Sunday, December 25, 2005

The Ghost of Christmas Past...

Sunday, December 25, 2005

The Ghost of Christmas Past...

...snuck up upon me this evening, momentarily.

I tried my best to avoid it - tried my best to be "normal".

The house, newly furnished, was clean and ready to go.

Decorations were up, tree was lit, obnoxious reindeer lights were glowing in my front yard.

Presents were wrapped and bowed and gift-tagged.

Broke out the tacky Christmas china, the bright red table linens, prepared 80 zillion different courses (Ok, it was more like 5, but, hey, this is coming from someone who typically "cooks" by stuffing a frozen Lean Cuisine into the microwave).

Guests arrived, we broke out the wine, the champagne - and while everyone sat and chatted and laughed and played the piano and listened to Christmas music - I ran around and cooked and cleaned and cooked some more and cleaned some more...

...and that is what kept me from losing it this Christmas eve.

Funny how you can be surrounded by people and still feel so 'blah'.

Everyone seemed to have a good time - so that made me feel somewhat better. They enjoyed their gifts - and my mother gave me one of her most cherished pieces of jewelry, which of course got me thinking "why is she giving away her stuff?". And then it dawned on me why she was doing it, and uh, I started feeling sad beyond anything I've experienced in a very long time.

Definitely caught me off guard.

Ah well. Just got off the phone with WB (he was here earlier and called while driving home).

He congratulated me on surviving a night of many *firsts*.

He was referring to my celebrating the first Christmas at home since Rich died (last year I was still in shock, and ran away to NY with Jacqui on 12/25), the first time my mother has slept at my house since Rich died (long story there), the first time I had my good friends over since Rich died (another long story - they were our best friends & I haven't been able to hang out with them since he died - too painful), etc.

WB is so good at putting things into perspective - I hadn't thought about the evening in those terms, and I have to admit, looking at it from that angle made me feel so much better. *Thanks for your insight baby...love you*

I have to keep looking at my life in that way - to keep my focus on the now, rather than the "what if"...it's the only way that I'll truly be able to live my life.

Now there's a New Year's goal - my 2006 mantra: focus on the now...focus on the now...focus on the now...

I'll close with my Christmas horoscope - funny, it hits just a bit close to home:

ARIES (Mar 20 - Apr 19): An unresolved emotion gets caught in your thoughts like a deer in the headlights. It just doesn't want to move. You may be afraid to fully express it, but you cannot just stuff it back into unconsciousness. You will be able to get the energy moving later in the day, so don't stir things up prematurely. There's no need to blurt out your feelings at an inappropriate time. It will go smoother if you wait until you are less uptight.

posted by oren_ishii at 12:42 AM 1 comments

Friday, December 23, 2005

Living in the Land of Misfit Toys

Friday, December 23, 2005

Living in the Land of Misfit Toys

Ah yes, being a young widda is like living as one of the 'misfit toys'!

Around the holidays, particularly in my town - where 70% of the residents are married and the median age is 35yo - you stick out like a sore thumb when you're single and widowed.

And if you read any of the widda boards, you'll find that everyone - from the most seasoned vet to the newbie who suffered their loss just a month ago - is going through their own personal hell, trying their best to feign happiness during the holidays.

We're misfit toys....so sad, but true.

I personally identify with the Dolly - but was trying to remember: what the hell was wrong with her anyway??? I remember that Charlie in the Box was, well - he was a Charlie and not a Jack. The elephant was spotted and the little effeminate elf just wanted to be a dentist. Ha.

Ah well. Had a major wave last night but am feeling much more in tune with the spirit of the season this evening.

I'm actually feeling quite well at this moment.

My mother is here visiting - and tomorrow I'll have about 10-12 people over for dinner.

The tree is lit, I've got holiday music playing....and tonight Jacqui's going to bake Christmas cookies.

I can't wait for WB to open his gift. Now he occasionally reads my blog, so here's a message just for him:

"I know something you don't know!"

Mwah-ha-ha!!!

Nothing like a little virtual torture to get your blood flowing ;)

Ok, off to feed the elderly mother and child. Less than 48hrs to go....woo-hooo.

*Lifts glass and toasts my fellow misfit widdas*

posted by oren_ishii at 9:29 AM 2 comments

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Take me to the station...

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Take me to the station...

...I'm gonna take a freight train down at the station, Lord

I don't care where it goes

Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain, Lord

Jump off, ain’t nobody gonna know...

Marshall Tucker Band, "Cant You See"

That's me this evening....bleah.

I slept for two hours this afternoon and um, accomplished nothing. And I have so So SO much to do before Saturday.

I think I overextended myself....sheesh. I still have to make the homemade pasta for Christmas eve, finish food shopping and pick up my elderly mother who lives an hour north of me.....all this before Saturday.

I have to finish wrapping presents.

My dopey cat was never declawed and is having a field day with the new furniture. I fought with him this a.m. and managed to get a few "soft claws" on his furry little ass....we'll see if these work as no one wants to declaw an 11yo cat.

I'm sad as hell.

And this is with *happy* pills....can you imagine what would've happened without them??

Went to the skin doc today and they are making wear the dopey steri-strips for another week.

Cant get the thing wet either - it melts the absorbable stitches too quickly.

That sucked. I'm tired of looking down and seeing the curls of the bandage on my face.

I'm sick of people looking at my face and asking "Oh gawd, what happened to your face?". Had another lady ask that when I stopped at a gas station today.

And Dr W reminded me that I can no longer spend time at the beach like I used to....did you know that UV rays cause skin cancer? We're talking my whole body here, people...he told me that I need to protect any exposed areas.

That sucks too. I love the beach. Spent many hours baking away by myself this summer....it was my getaway here in Florida, the place I ran to when I wanted to be alone to think, to cry, to regroup.

I have no place to run to anymore.

I guess I can slather on the SPF999 creme and dress like those albino-skinned chicks who wear long sleeved shirts and pants and big, flopppy woven hats while it's a humid 98 degrees out.

Seems like a hell of a chore when all you want to do is get lost in thought, in nature....sheesh.

This also means that I can't hang out for long at the upcoming 'Bago in January...Saturday afternoon is "Beach Day" and everyone is going to be there playing volleyball, drinking beer and what not.

I tried to get some of the widdas to shop with me as a diversion. But most must think I'm some kind of shallow girly-girl who just likes to shop...they responded that they all prefer the beach. There may be one or two who will hang out with me...but whatever. Maybe I'll just sit at the hotel bar and get hammered...

Oh wait, can't do that either. Anti-depressents don't mix well with tons of alcohol. But I have to admit that it might be damn entertaining if I did anyway, heh-heh.

Ah, I hate myself and I want to die.

Actually, I have a better one that WB made up: Life's short and then you're dead for a really long time.

Come holidays....hurry up and get over with already.

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I'll take you there...

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I'll take you there...

I know a place

Ain't nobody cryin'

Ain't nobody worried

Ain't no smilin' faces

Mmm, no no

Lyin' to the races

Help me, come on, come on

Somebody, help me now

(I'll take you there)

Help me, ya'all

(I'll take you there)

Help me now

(I'll take you there)

Oh!

(I'll take you there)

Oh! Oh! Mercy!

(I'll take you there)

Oh, let me take you there

(I'll take you there)

"I'll Take You There", as sung by the Pointer Sisters*

I have furniture...

Ahhh....so nice to actually have a place to sit and a place to eat and a place to relax!

And a real, live bed! No more airmattresses!!! Yipeeee!

I won't bore you with pictures of the entire house, but suffice it to say that I'm one happy camper.

It took about 10 months to get to this point, but I did it. I finally completed everything I set out to do earlier in the year.

I painted the interior of my house in February, and then over the course of the next 9 months, I got new window treatments, painted the exterior, replaced ALL of the landscaping, got rid of all my old furniture - and have now replaced it with the new stuff.

So I spent much of today cleaning out the last of the old and replacing with the new. I have my old artwork, my old knickknacks, and other assorted stuff that no longer *fits* with my new decor.

Rich's computer table (he built a PC into a glasstop coffee table) was a tough one to dismantle...it's like you want to keep every little thing of theirs for nostalgic reasons. But it was something I had to do. For the moment, it's sitting in my garage, but I suspect that after the new year, I'll either donate the entire thing to a local charity - or else give it to whoever wants it.

Seems harsh, but it needed to be done.

The truth of the matter is that purging is relatively symbolic of my life: I've created a new life for myself, a new outlook, etc.

I'm a different person than I was in September 2004. My mind is different, my spirit is different, and um, now my house is different.

And it feels good. Really, really good.

ARIES (Mar 20 - Apr 19): The background events of your life are moving slower than you prefer, but at least they are pushing forward now. Have confidence that the snags you've hit are a thing of the past, even though your progress is still tentative. It's important to realize there is no need to struggle. The biggest problem may be your impatient desire to reach your destination. Forget about it and relax while you can.

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Now I can say...

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Now I can say...

...that I'm scarred inside and out.

Doesn't it look like I was in a knife battle? (Hey, I am "Oren Ishii" after all....maybe I really DO like Hattori Hanzo swords!)

Perhaps I was mugged during today's NY Transit strike?

Or maybe I was impaled by flying debris whilst driving in South Florida (it happens here all the time, you know).

Oh well.

So I once wrote about the virtue of being scarred, and suddenly felt compelled to reiterate and/or expand upon the concept.

We widda's are blessed.

"What's that?" you ask. "How can that be? Has she gone mad?"

Think about it like this...

You lose your spouse. Check.

Your life, as you knew it, whether you were together for one year or twenty-five, is over.

You go through the "shoulda, woulda, coulda" phase.

In other words, I should have done XXX before he died.

If I had, I would have realized XXX before he died.

We could have XXX before he died.

You get the picture.

So yeah, we widdas learn real quick that nothing lasts forever.

There are no promises & no expectations, and for that reason you can never, Ever, EVER take the little things in life for granted.

Widda's begin to appreciate the colors of a west coast sunset, and start to marvel at the beauty of a full moon or a star-filled night sky.

They get all teary-eyed gazing into the neverending reach of an ocean view.

They understand that time zips by before you know it, and that taking the time to live in the "now" makes all the difference in the world.

And if/when they find another soul to love, they know that something as simple as a goodbye kiss, or holding hands in the middle of a movie, or just hanging out and doing "nothing", should be cherished each and every time.

I subscribe to you that 90 percent of the human race does not appreciate these things in the same way that a young widda does.

And for that reason, my friends, we widdas are blessed.

(Jumps off the soapbox, pulls a wedgie out of her ass, and walks on into the moonlight)

posted by oren_ishii at 7:57 PM 1 comments

Monday, December 19, 2005

So far away

Monday, December 19, 2005

So far away

Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore

It would be so fine to see your face at my door

Doesn't help to know you're just time away

Long ago I reached for you and there you stood

Holding you again could only do me good

Oh, how I wish I could

But you're so far away

One more song about moving along the highway

Can't say much of anything that's new

If I could only work this life out my way

I'd rather spend it being close to you

But you're so far away

Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore

It would be so fine to see your face at my door

Doesn't help to know you're so far away

Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely

Nothing else to do but close my mind

I sure hope the road don't come to own me

There's so many dreams I've yet to find

But you're so far away

Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore

It would be so fine to see your face at my door

Doesn't help to know you're so far away

Carole King, "So Far Away"

Vacations are good for what ails you.

I spent the entire day yesterday all grubby, my hair piled up on top of my head, wearing sweat pants and a big Mickey Mouse golf shirt that belonged to Rich.

I power-washed my patio.

I wrapped Christmas presents.

I downloaded more weepy Christmas music.

I wrapped more Christmas presents.

Jacqui and the boyfriend brought home a Christmas tree.

It's huge - takes up just about all of the living room space in my little shoe-box sized home.

And I spent most of my evening decorating said tree - and found myself getting weepy with each ornament that I unwrapped.

Funny how little ornaments can bring back such a rush of memories.

I'm a pack-rat and have kept just about every little holiday decoration that Jacqui made throughout her life. I have paper decorations that she made, ornaments made from clay and paint, little reindeer cutouts with glue and glitter, felt stockings with glued-on cotton piping.

One ornament is a sleigh and reindeer made from construction paper covered in plastic - and depicts Jacqui's definition of Christmas, scrawled across the sleigh in her then-five year old handwriting:

"Christmas is...a music box chiming a sweet tune, It smells like gingerbread coming out of the oven. The sight of a Christmas tree with presents galore. The taste of chocolate cake. I feel the cold wind. And best of all my family is together."

I took one look at her words and basically lost it.

But it was a good cry.

I guess I was crying for the times that have past - for the fact that life really does zip by so quickly - and sometimes can stop on a dime.

Like I said, it was a good cry that made me go back to past Christmas memories.

I thought of all our traditions - Rich could never just "give" a present, there was always a game attached - whether it meant going on a treasure hunt for said gift, or trying to guess what the thing was before ripping off the wrapping paper.

One time he bought me my Fender Strat and amp - the box looked like a crane, a big square with this long protruding wrapped arm. I had no idea what the hell was in that box, and he made me sit and guess for what seemed like forever before opening it.

I remembered how Rich would get Jacqui to keep a secret about my gifts - even when she was just a little bitty thing. One time she accidentally "slipped" and after that he busted her chops, calling her "Blabby Jacqui" - which of course made all three of us bust up laughing.

He'd buy me one gold bangle bracelet every year - and would hide them in different places for me to find. One year, he had one dangling on a branch of our Christmas tree...and I didn't even notice it until he guided me to the tree.

I remembered the things he'd prepare for Christmas dinner (always an elaborate creation), the songs he'd sing around the house in his off-key voice, how he'd grab anything - even a parsley leaf and make believe it was 'mistletoe' just to get a kiss. I thought about how much fun we had putting together and (usually) playing with Jacqui's toys before wrapping them and putting them under the tree after she went to bed...

And we always had to have a "real" tree. Even though they're messy and expensive, Rich refused to buy a fake tree - he loved the smell of pine and now, despite my complaints, Jacqui has continued the tradition.

I also realized just how numb I was last year - and how I was barely functioning on autopilot, going through the motions even though I was emotionally "dead" to everything that was going on around me.

This year is so much different.

It's good to feel again...even if it means some tears every now and then. And it's even better to be alive - mentally, physically - life goes on, and it does so in such a grand way.

I'm looking forward to the weekend...

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

Sunday, December 18, 2005

King Tut (King Tut)

Now when he was a young man

He never thought he'd see (King Tut)

People stand in line

To see the boy king (King Tut)

How'd you get so funky (Funky Tut)

Did you do the monkey

(Born in Arizona)

(Moved to Babylonia, King Tut)

(King Tut) Now, if I'd known

They'd line up just to see him (Funky Tut)

I'd trade in all my money

And bought me a museum (King Tut)

Buried with a donkey (funky Tut)

He's my favorite honkey

(Born in Arizona)

(Moved to Babylonia, king Tut)

Dancin' by the Nile (disco Tut)

The ladies love his style (boss Tut)

Rockin' for a mile (rockin' Tut)

He ate a crocodile

He gave his life for tourism (King Tut)

(Tut, tut, tut, tut)

Golden idol

(Tut, tut, tut, tut)

He's an Egyptian

(Tut, tut, tut, tut)

They're sellin' you (King Tut)

Now, when I die

Now don't think I'm a nut

Don't want no fancy funeral

Just one like ole King Tut (King Tut)

He coulda won a Grammy (King Tut)

Buried in his Jammies

(Born in Arizona)

(Moved to Babylonia)

(He was born in Arizona)

Got a condo made of stone-a

King Tut

"King Tut" Steve Martin

The exhibit rocked. How awesome to stand right in from of Tut's treasures and see the detail: the chips in the wood, the paint, the glass, the gold etchings....just amazing.

And another thing that was amazing? WB. In all ways. We had such a wonderful weekend - just love the hell out of him ;) I am so blessed to have him in my life...

posted by oren_ishii at 1:07 PM 0 comments

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Getting Ready for the Holidays

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Getting Ready for the Holidays

^^Outcome of my last holiday cooking adventure^^

Oh you sillies, that's not really my kitchen.

But I am cooking next week....seriously.

Did I ever mention that I've had a few problems in the kitchen...

Like the time a part of my metal cake beater fell into a bowl of chocolate batter. And as luck would have it, the birthday boy (Rich) was the person who discovered the two inch piece of twisted metal in his slice of cake.

Or how about the time I made linguine and white clam sauce for my SIL and niece who were visiting from CA. We were midway through the meal when little Deanna politely interrupted the dinner conversation and asked, "Aunt Lisa....is this part of your pepper grinder?". She pulled a large chunk of black plastic from the middle of her dish and held it up for all of us to see.

She was right; it was from the pepper grinder....errrghh.

I have more stories, but I'll spare myself the embarrassment.

So anyway, I went to a kitchen store today and purchased a few tools that ought to help me with dinner.

No, no fire estinguishers.

I bought a pasta machine, some serving bowls and a bunch of gaudy Christmas placemats.

Our family follows the European/Catholic tradition of celebrating on Christmas eve, so next Saturday I'll be making something with seafood.

I'm thinking my usual linguine with white clam sauce - sans the pepper grinder pieces.

Maybe some zuppa di pesce. We'll see how adventureous I feel.

But no matter what, I'll make the homemade pasta.

Now I'll just keep my fingers crossed that my furniture arrives this Tuesday. They are loaning me couches, so that should be OK. Hopefully they'll find a loaner bedroom too - am getting really tired of the air mattress...

I downloaded a bunch of Christmas music today and am getting all teary-eyed as I write this.

Bocelli's 'Stille Nacht', or better yet, 'Adeste Fideles' - eh, he gets me every damn time.

Whitney Houston's 'Oh Holy Night'....sheesh, get me the damn Kleenex already.

Ok, no more tears...my face is throbbing. I'm even more bruised today than I was yesterday. And swollen on both top and bottom of my eye. Ugly, ugly, ugly.

A lady at Home Depot's check out counter had the balls to ask "what happened to your face?".

"My boyfriend slammed my head on the edge of our bathroom sink the other night" I stated, without missing a beat. "I forgot to use fabric softner on his jeans".

She looked at me with wide eyes, "Oh my gawwwd".

I smiled sweetly, gathered my stuff and walked out the door laughing.

Silly people.

posted by oren_ishii at 6:57 PM 1 comments

Friday, December 16, 2005

Bye-bye, Howard

Friday, December 16, 2005

Bye-bye, Howard

You either love him or hate him....

But for many NY'ers - and to an extent, some in the DC market - we've always had a certain affinity for the King of All Media. Or shall I say the King of all FREE media.

Howard's last broadcast on terrestrial radio took place today.

I didn't get to hear the show - it's been ages since I've listened, but I read about it today with a tear in my eye.

Silly, you might think.

Howard's all about immature humor: shallow topics like tits, ass, lesbians...midget-tossing. His guests included Daniel Carver the KKK dude...The Kielbasa Queen...Dominic Barbara the wacked out attorney, Jessica Hahn (the chick who brought down Rev. Jim Bakker)....Dr Sal Calabro, a NJ plastic surgeon who donated free "boob jobs" to those most needing it, long before any of us had EVER even thought about "reality TV". Howard and his cronies (Ba-ba-booey Gary, Jackie "the Jokeman"Martling, Stuttering John Melendez and Fred Norris) would act as judge and jury, determining which of the pathetic women parading their mammaries around the studio were most worthy of a new set of knockers.

One of my favorite shows? Right around the time of the OJ Simpson trial, when Howard had a song-writing contest for listeners.

My favorite parody - and I believe the winner - a song written to the tune of "Old McDonald" that was called "Ol' Black OJ". It went something like this:

"Old Black OJ had a white wife,

Lookey, lookey here;

Old Black OJ had a big knife,

Lookey, lookey here"

It was downright wrong and dirty and sleezy and cheap. And it was funny as hell.

I grew up with Howard...or at least listening to him. And as "wrong" as it might seem, I actually enjoyed and appreciated his humor.

Rich and I bonded over Stern. We had "Crucified by the FCC", his book "Private Parts". We ordered his Pay-Per-View tennis matches and his New Years Eve special.

We agreed that the government had no right censoring his program. Freedom to change the dial and all, people.

Enjoying Stern's humor is like subscribing to the National Enquirer: you know content is crap, but you come back for more because it's scandalous and smutty and witty and entertaining.

And it makes you laugh. And if you don't like it - well, hell, don't listen.

I got to meet Howard when I was an intern at NBC in NYC back in the eighties.

I worked for WNBC TV's Local Broadcast Standards group on the 9th floor. But I always managed to get "lost" at least two or three times a day, just to check out the many cool TV and radio events taking place over at 30 Rock. Back in those days, an intern who got "lost" in the right places could see the Friday night rehearsals for Saturday Night Live, The Letterman Show, Don Imus's radio program or Howard Stern's.

And by the way, Howard was right: Imus really was an asshole.

I bumped into him one day while wandering around the radio studios. I said "Hello Mr. Imus" as he walked past me, and he stopped, turned around and barked "Who the hell are you and why the fuck are you on this floor?". I muttered an apology and scurried away.

Nice way to treat a 19yo kid with ambition. Asswipe.

Compare that to Howard. Met him in much the same way, and he responded to my hello with a genuine smile and "Hey, how'ya doin?".

Night and day difference, I tell ya. And no - he didn't check out my tits or ask for a flash.

So with a bit of nostalgia and an appreciation for a fellow broadcaster, I tip my hat and salute

the King of All Media...Howard Stern. May he continue to delight as many fans on Sirius as he did on the free airwaves.

posted by oren_ishii at 12:44 PM 0 comments

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Reconstructing Lisa

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Reconstructing Lisa

I've got a new face, heh.

INSERT PIC OF FUGLY ME!
^Me, bruised, swollen and um, stitched

Well not exactly....actually the surgery left a hole about as wide as a dime and almost as deep as a nickel but through the talent of Dr W, I'll be left with a skinny scar down the left side of my face.

Hey it beats the sh*t out a hole as wide as a dime, and as deep as a nickel!

Wasn't too bad. They numb the hell out of your face. It takes time to carve layer after layer out. Then you wait for the results.

That was the hardest part.

Luckily, WB drove me there and hung out with me the whole time.

What a guy, aye? He's really something else. We joked, he took incriminating pictures of my puffy mug piece, we hugged and kissed and listened to my Ipod....and next thing you know, it was time to get the results.

I was lucky. Dr W got it all out with the dime size/nickel depth hole. He then stitched me up - about 20 stitches all together.

Fun, aye?

The stitching took about an hour - and then I was done.

I'm happy it's over with.

Now I have to go back every three months to make sure nothing else crops up. The fun just doesn't stop.

Had a cool first last night. Me and WB slow dancing under a full moon on my back patio - without music.

Yeah, life is good, despite the little hiccups along the way...

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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Weasels Ripped My Flesh

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Weasels Ripped My Flesh

This'll be me tomorrow....

Weasels, knives, tom-ahto, tomato....whatever.

And that's all I have to say about that.

posted by oren_ishii at 9:35 PM 1 comments

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

"Oh but it's hard to live by the rules...

...I never could, and still never do"

The Pretenders, Talk of the Town

T-48hrs and counting....tick-tick-tick...and I'm on vacation starting Friday....whooppeeee.

18 days until 2006.....sheesh.

I can't believe that it'll be my second Christmas without Rich.

My second year without him.

Trippy. Very trippy.

I'm just about done with all of my Christmas shopping.

I even shipped out my YWBB 'secret santa' gift...go me.

Now I have 80 million things to wrap.

And I guess I have to break down and get that tree.

Ah but the longer I wait - the less pine needles that I'll have to clean.

But then again, the longer I wait, the more likely that I'll end up with a Charlie Brown tree.

It'll be fitting in my house, given the fact that I have no friggin' furniture.

Last I heard, they'll have the couches delivered by year end.

So my Christmas eve guests will have to be comfy sitting on my new dining room chairs. Or else, the tile floor...

I asked the furniture people for loaner couches but haven't heard back from them....figures.

All I have to say is....

...Bah Humbug!

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Monday, December 12, 2005

"Like the moon and the stars and the sun...

Monday, December 12, 2005

"Like the moon and the stars and the sun...

...Well we all shine on."

John Lennon, Instant Karma

I had the weirdest dream last night.

Well, I actually had a few weird ones, but one stayed with me for most of the day.

I had the sensation of falling backwards - as in, full body being dropped backwards - and could feel my back hit something hard and cold with a loud CRACK, break through that (another loud CRACK) and then hit another hard and cold piece and then break through that...

Then the back of my body (back of my head, neck, back, arms, legs) felt ice cold and wet - and the feeling of cold water started moving from my back to around my sides....

And as I realized that I had fallen backwards through several layers of ice and then landed in the frigid water below the surface, I looked up through the darkness and noticed a jagged hole way above me (the surface of the ice), with several people looking down at me helplessly, calling to me, mouthes wide open, etc.

I only remember two of the people: one was Jacqui, the other was WB. The rest kind of blended into the background. And then I remember the feeling of the water consuming me - and just going with it, knowing that I had no other choice...and then I woke up.

Gotta stop eating those late night burritos, aye?

Heh. I didn't really eat any burritos. Guess I just have a lot on my mind and all....weird.

Wacky dreams aside, I had a wonderful weekend.

Me and WB hung out - and did nothing.

And you know what? Doing nothing with him is one of my favorite things to do.

I remember one of my coaches (Jerry, my ace-boom-cool mentor from Carmel CA) telling me that I needed to "learn how to relax" and "quiet my mind".

He gave me countless books, taught me to meditate, hypnotized me, etc. all in hopes of getting my brain "quiet".

Amazingly, WB is able to get me relaxed and quiet and happy without all of the hullabaloo :)

He's the best. I love him - and just love being with him, so, so, so very much.

Well, two more days and then it's time to get my face drilled.

Errrghhhh, I'm really not wanting to do this.

The pain part doesn't bother me so much...it's the idea that I have to sit there and let them carve away hunks of my face for potentially HOURS that is freaking me out.

I have the patience of a gnat. If I can't even sit through a friggin' all day meeting at work without getting up and pacing about, how the hell am I going to sit in a surgical center for this dopey procedure.

The good news is that I'll be on vacation starting Friday. Two blissful weeks without work.....ahhhhh! I'm going to hit the King Tut exhibit this weekend - assuming that I can leave the house without people gasping in fear. My doc told me that I may look bruised and swollen after the surgery....not sure if that'll be from the procedure OR if it'll be from the reconstructive part....ergghh. In any event, I think I'll mimic Samantha from that episode of Sex & The City, where she gets a bad facial treatment that leaves her face hideously red and burned. She has to attend Carrie's book signing party - and decides to "cover up" in fashion: she wears a ridiculous hat that has all this netting covering her face! Ah but the hat matches the outfit and shoes....lol. I'll have to throw something similar together, if for no other reason than to look even more ridiculous than I'd look with all the bruising and swelling!

Ok, will close with one of my fav pieces from the Tut exhibit....can't wait to see it.

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Friday, December 9, 2005

Friday, December 09, 2005

"...I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself. I just bumped from my hotel to work and to parties and from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolleybus. I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn’t get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. "

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I feel like I'm stuck in the eye of my mind's storm every once in a while, despite a good dose of Wellbutrin.

Had an uneventful day at work. Spent the morning learning how to avoid 'insider trading'.

The head of programming (a Brit) dressed up like Father Christmas, and he spent the afternoon entertaining us with candy and jokes...

We were then given "a gift" - early dismissal from work.

I went home and discovered that my air mattress sprung a leak. It was deflated to the ground.

I've been without a real bedroom for about a month now. Still waiting for my new furniture to arrive (and it can't get here soon enough).

In any event, after trying everything from duct tape to superglue as a repair, I gave in and went in search of a replacement.

I made the decision to go to WalMart.

WalMart scares me.

All sorts of people, from all walks of life, go to WalMart.

It's like going to a shooting gallery in Harlem - you just never know what you're going to experience in there....

So there I was, lost in an odd cross-section of South Floridians, and surrounded by Christmas displays....everywhere. Big blow-up Santas, animated light-up reindeer and plastic baby Jesus's all over the place.....sheesh.

I suddenly felt so alone and so miserable and so depressed.

All the Wellbutrin in the world couldn't stop that rotten feeling of gloom in the pit of my stomach.

So I got to the sporting goods section and as luck would have it, the mattresses were stacked on the highest shelf.

After wandering around trying to flag down a salesperson, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I grabbed a ladder with wheels and lugged it over to the shelf.

And just as I struggled to reach the box that I wanted, I got scolded by an extremely angry blue jacket.

So I did what I do best: ignored her bantering, grabbed my mattress and walked right past her.

And then I cried the whole way home.

Not really sure why. But it felt good to get it out of my system.

Anyway, I guess I have to get a tree at some point. Jacqui's been pestering me to get one for over a week, but I just don't have it in me this year.

So funny when I think about it...last year, I got a tree without a problem.

I was still on autopilot at that time, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

Jacqui and I struggled like two morons getting it into the house and into the tree stand.

It toppled over a few times, but we eventually figured out how to fit it into the stand properly.

We decorated the thing.

And then first thing Christmas morning we ended up flying to NYC for the week.

So yeah, this year will be different.

I'm feeling a lot this year. Some feelings are good - very good, in fact. But some are certain to be not-so-good.

And life goes on...

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Monday, December 5, 2005

random thoughts

Monday, December 05, 2005

random thoughts

"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."Oscar Wilde

I'm no exception, Mr. Wilde. Thank you very much for the lovely quotation.

I was thinking today about how widowed people get so hung up on timelines.

We count days, months, and years.

How long has it been since my spouse died?

How long was he/she sick?

How long were we together?

Don't get me wrong - I enjoy the comfort of timelines.

I suppose we do this to measure just how far we've come along on this journey.

If you log onto any widow bulletin board, you're bound to find opinions about timelines and grief.

Timelines come up time and time again for those who consider dating.

You should "wait", so the Young Widow 101 book goes, until you've allowed yourself time to properly grieve, and until such time that you've "found" or "rediscovered" yourself.

Most widows assume that this waiting period should last for at least two or three years.

I have a major issue with this logic, for obvious reasons.

Tomorrow it's 15mos for me, and here I am, quite happily in love with a phenomenal man.

So why else do I question the widow-101 logic?

Well, what if you already have a handle on who you are, without your spouse?

Or if you already know yourself?

What happens if you're a quick study?

I just don't buy into the whole "one timeline fits all widows" theory.

So am I still actively grieving?

I'd have to say that I am not.

I've accepted that Rich is dead - and is not coming back.

I still love him - or rather, I still love what I had with him.

Always will. Until the day I die...

But he's dead.

And I can't have a true love relationship with a dead man.

I accepted this a while back. And I think this acceptance is what makes the difference between' actively grieving' and 'no-longer actively grieving'.

Ok enough widow talk for one night.

Walter Williams is one of my favorite economists (next to Thomas Sowell). He writes a weekly column which I thought is relevant, given a lot of the recent news about Alan Greenspan's retirement and our economy:

What's inflation?

By Walter E. Williams

Last month, President Bush nominated Dr. Ben S. Bernanke, currently chairman of the President's Council of Economic Advisors, as chairman of Federal Reserve Board to replace the retiring Alan Greenspan. Alan Greenspan's replacement comes at a time of heightened fears of inflation resulting from the recent spike in oil prices.

First, let's decide what is and what is not inflation. One price or several prices rising is not inflation. When there's a general increase in prices, or alternatively, a reduction in the purchasing power of money, there's inflation. But just as in the case of diseases, describing a symptom doesn't necessarily give us a clue to a cause. Nobel Laureate and professor Milton Friedman says, "[I]nflation is always and everywhere a monetary phenomenon, in the sense that it cannot occur without a more rapid increase in the quantity of money than in output." Increases in money supply are what constitute inflation, and a general rise in prices is the symptom.

Let's look at that with a simple example. Pretend several of us gather to play a standard Monopoly game that contains $15,140 worth of money. The player who owns Boardwalk or any other property is free to sell it for any price he wishes. Given the money supply in the game, a general price level will emerge for all trades. If some property prices rise, others will fall, thereby maintaining that level.

Suppose unbeknownst to other players, I counterfeit $5,000 and introduce it into the game. Initially, that gives me tremendous purchasing power, whereby I can bid up property prices. After my $5,000 has circulated through the game, there will be a general rise in the prices -- something that would have been impossible before I slipped money into the game. My example is a highly simplistic example of a real economy, but it permits us to make some basic assessments of inflation.

First, let's not let politicians deceive us, and escape culpability, by defining inflation as rising prices, which would allow them to make the pretense that inflation is caused by greedy businessmen, rapacious unions or Arab sheiks. Increases in money supply are what constitute inflation, and the general rise in the price level is the result. Who's in charge of the money supply? It's the government operating through the Federal Reserve.

There's another inflation result that bears acknowledgment. Printing new money to introduce into the game makes me a thief. I've obtained objects of value for nothing in return. My actions also lower the purchasing power of every dollar in the game. I've often suggested that if a person is ever charged with counterfeiting, he should tell the judge he was engaging in monetary policy.

When inflation is unanticipated, as it so often is, there's a redistribution of wealth from creditors to debtors. If you lend me $100, and over the term of the loan the Federal Reserve increases the money supply in a way that causes inflation, I pay you back with dollars with reduced purchasing power. Since inflation redistributes (steals) wealth from creditors to debtors, it helps us identify inflation's primary beneficiary. That identification is easy if you ask: Who is the nation's largest debtor? If you said, "It's the U.S. government," go to the head of the class.

So what about the president's nomination of Ben S. Bernanke as Alan Greenspan's replacement? I know little or nothing about the man. What I do know is that it's not wise for one person, or group of persons, to have so much power over our economy. Here's my recommendation for reducing that power: Repeal legal tender laws and eliminate all taxes on gold, silver and platinum transactions. That way, Americans could write contracts in precious metals and thereby reduce the ability of government to steal from us.

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Find this story at: http://www.townhall.com/opinion/columns/walterwilliams/2005/11/16/175724.html

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Thursday, December 1, 2005

Thursday, December 01, 2005

ARIES (Mar 20 - Apr 19): The lightning bolts strike and the party begins! You have been waiting for this moment, but no matter how you imagined it unfolding, things are not the same as you envisioned. Don't worry about the differences. What is significant is that you are moving forward again, even if it feels like you are still treading water.

I like today's horoscope...moving forward despite feeling like I'm treading water....heh.

What a coincidence with the bit about things not being the same as I envisioned.

Here I am, so very much in love (which I never thought would happen again) - appreciating so many different things this time around - and what happens?

WB and I both start experiencing health issues.

Not like I had envisioned, but hey, there's a reason for everything, right? A reason why we happened to meet, why we fell in love, and why we're going through these things together.

Tomorrow I go for my bloodwork, my EKG and chest Xray. And WB goes through his own sets of torturous tests....sheesh.

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