really?

"I'm training him to be a bubble hunter." -H. A. H.

hips don't lie

Doth mine ears deceive me? This morning I heard the simple strains of Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll's voice wafting from my little roommate's chamber. Shakira. Just a wee bit different from the standard Simon & Garfunkel/David Gray/Damien Rice tunes that usually waft from this certain room.

stalker

I have a friend. (Yes, strange.) This friend has a stalker. Oh, how dramatic and glamorous, yes? No, not really. It is just rather boggling. I find it odd when someone stumbles upon another's information, and then seeks them out in various venues without so much as a proper conversation or introduction. I find it even more odd when this person hunts down the other and shows up at their place of work without so much as a "would you like to meet sometime?" In my mind, this isn't exactly how you forge a friendship. Then again, this is exactly how you would forge, as in imitate, a relationship: appear somewhere (uninvited) and act as though you two know each other.

glamour

So my superboss came out and told me that someone from Marie Claire magazine has been contacting him to verify information in her article on hairstyles. Really. Hairstyles of a tribe in Africa called the Himba, his line of study. If you know this man, you also know that he's not exactly the glamourous type of guy. I wouldn't be surprised if when the magazine comes out, he welcomes it by pulling out his oversized rubber stamp that says "rubbish" in big, bold, red letters.

"I do hope my name isn't attached to it! I'll make sure of it!" - Dr. Africa, spoken with his foreign accent. Where the accent is actually from, no one can identify.

Also, "Any other questions or obnoxious comments?"

please, please, please

There's simply too much stuff. All over the place. Let's reduce, recycle, and reuse. Here's an idea: for the upcoming gift giving season, let's only give gifts that serve two purposes-- functionality and sentimentality. If it helps simplify life, good. [Example: a spoon.] If it makes you feel genuine happyness, fantastic. [Example: An inside joke.] Let's just skip the kitsch. Oh, and bonus points if your one gift can replace fifteen things the person already has. [Example: I don't even know. Surprise me. And then make me get rid of those fifteen things...] Oh, and if you can just skip material things altogether, you get an extra dozen points. [Example: Something small to let someone know that you were thinking about them. Maybe a postcard. Or an email. Or an hour and a half of NiceTime. The possibilities are endless.] Oh, and if you can give someone a person as a gift [Example: new friend or something] that's even better. I think.

zodiac

Today, my astrological forecast said that My Number for Today was 5. In congruence with the Teapot's recent superstitious posting about numbers of profile views, I will announce mine as well: My MySpace account has now been looked at 5000 times. It's my lucky day, no?

Strangely enough, My Tarot Card for the Day was The Lovers: "May commitment bring out your best." Deck: Chinese.
"Although it has taken on a strictly romantic revision of meaning in some modern decks, traditionally the Lovers card of Tarot reflected the challenges of choosing a partner. At a crossroads, one cannot take both paths. The images on this card in different decks have varied more than most, because we have had so many ways of looking at sex and relationships across cultures and centuries.
Classically, the energy of this card reminded us of the real challenges posed by romantic relationships, with the protagonist often shown in the act of making an either-or choice. To partake of a higher ideal often requires sacrificing the lesser option. The path of pleasure eventually leads to distraction from spiritual growth. The gratification of the personality eventually gives way to a call from spirit as the soul matures.
Modern decks tend to portray the feeling of romantic love with this card, showing Adam and Eve at the gates of Eden when everything was still perfect. This interpretation portrays humanity before the Fall, and can be thought to imply a different sort of choice -- the choice of evolution over perfection, or the choice of personal growth through relationship -- instead of a fantasy where everything falls into place perfectly and is taken care of without effort."

*To be honest, I didn't even read all of that. I just copied and pasted that blurb from some horoscope site. Note the smallerish text. At this point, the astrologers can say 'what a cop-out!' and on the other hand, the cynics can say 'thank heavens!' Ironic, don't you think?

spy

I spy something...
Man. Remember these things? I used to stare at these pictures for hours, scouring the frame for that long lost golden key or miniature dinosaur or the sneaky snake perfectly aligned with a bookshelf's shadow. My mind would reel just thinking about all of the hidden items that weren't even mentioned in the clever little poem at the bottom of the page. They snuck in little lessons [refer to that depiction of Bach] and probably some political propaganda, and tricked us into learning our numbers and letters. I loved the photos with themes: at the beach, in the garden, toy box or kitchen, on the shelves at the library, in the conservatory... [with Professor Plum and the wrench, perhaps?] ... but what I loved even more was when I found the really out of place objects like a baby bunny... a tiny jack hammer... or a secret pair of nunchucks.

My family used to tease me because I would have such an amalgamation of little, teeny-tiny things that had no relation to one another (in their unimaginative minds). On any given day at age three, you could see me walking around, strutting my stuff in my Wonder Woman swimsuit or underwear, with a tiny little fist wrapped around a marble, itty-bitty Barbie shoes, or whatever-else-have-you. Later on, after kindergarten, I would run rampant through the neighborhood with my partners in crime: Ashley, the cool girl with a miniature orange tree on her porch, and my boyfriend, Clark, who had a yellow lab that attacked the eyes of my stuffed animal dolphin. One of our favorite pastimes, aside from repeatedly climbing the magical tree in my front yard, was to locate a bottle cap from whatever drink bottle we found lying around, decorate it with leaves and flower petals and tinsel, and then capture a baby gecko and put the creature in the luxurious bed we had just fashioned for her.
Now, I don't get to do that as much. Sad. However, I was sent this a while back:How cool is that?! Maybe it doesn't involve pampering a little reptile, but it utilizes those long forgotten "I Spy" skillz AND music industry smarts! And really, look at those good looking Police!