It's not in aisle 12

I hear that some people like grocery shopping. I'm usually in a state of paranoia, convinced that I am being mocked by the people watching through the bubble ceiling cameras because I've walked down the same aisle at least 10 times. Some of the passes I pick up new items some I don't, but there continues to be an item that I am convinced is located in this aisle that isn't, but I can't really think of where else it could be. Tahini/sesame seed paste. Where is it?

A group of lawyers get sick at a party...

After a bout with some sort of food poisoning, I've survived today and now am only slightly queasy. Many attorneys in town were sick after the county bar's barbeque this weekend. I can't help but think that there is some sort of joke in there, but I'm too close to the situation to come up with one being both a lawyer and a victim of food poisoning.
So I spent the day at home and read a little bit from the novel I am Charlotte Simmons (I am not recommending the book to anyone since it is pretty offensive, but it is a fascinating topic and has so much to say about our culture). After that I felt inclined to pick up Kierkegaard after taking a long rest from his writings. His distinctions are really interesting, but I'm never quite certain that I agree with his assessment as to the impacts of his hair-splitting observations. (Jesus was God-man or Jesus was a man and was God and the contradiction is what makes his life a sign. It all goes back to living your life as a contemporary with Christ...). That said it's pretty fun to have to think on that level and engage my mind in that way.
In an unrelated matter, I found a link for Jim. It plays the tune for many, many hymns and may come in handy if we ever decide to have an evening of hymn singing again.

Saturday morning adulthood is being shoved down my throat

Saturday morning. Where are the cartoons? NBC is playing golf. Local ABC has taken over with a morning news program and the educational cartoons of pbs and the religious programming of tbn are a little too mind-numbingly boring, and although I am slightly amused by Sonic the Hedgehog, most of the fox cartoons are a little yicky. They moved Kim Possible and I have no idea what time she's on anymore. What am I supposed to do while I eat my lucky charms? This has been a problem for me for awhile now. The quality of the cartoons has been in a steady descent for years now. Remember Recess? What happened to Fillmore? Cable is the answer, but how can anyone justify cable just to watch cartoons. Anyway, any Loony Toons collection would be greatly appreciated at Christmas time. I'd also like the Batman cartoons from the 90s and the X-Men cartoons from the 90s too. I'm not sure if Fillmore is available, but that would be cool to have.

I also went to see Clay Jenkinson this week. He is a Thomas Jefferson impersenator. There were only four of us legal types that I saw at the event and the Judge said "I guess we're the only ones interested in the Constitution." If you ever have the opportunity, he is worth seeing.

Wind-swept

The wind finally blew in today. Today was a grab-your-clothes-as-you-walk day (that might be a little too feminine for everyone to understand, but believe me it was necessary in a skirt). It's like everything good was floating in the air and finally decided to hurry itself along. I always thought the sunshine was my favorite and it still might be, but the wind really makes me feel like I'm home. I wish they could get together one of these afternoons before my chances at a hot wind are over for the year. I'm not really sure why the wind becomes a comfort. It stings with dust and sand sometimes, but there are not very many things nicer than walking straight into it and feeling your clothes billowing in back of you. The way you can't really hear anything except the whistling in your ears is like silence only musical. Fighting with the wind is a struggle, but it let's you win most of the time. Don't ever forget that it lets you win. The wind was just with me today when I walked outside, it felt a lot like not being alone.

Laryngitis

Sorry I haven't written lately. I've lost my voice. I finished At the Back of the North Wind, but I won't tell you about except that it's a good read and made me feel joyful despite the subject. You should read it, though it's interesting to think of it as a children's story since the subject matter is so, well, heavy. That's all for tonight, I'll try to write more when I've found my voice again.

Just an empty cookie

This weekend I received an empty fortune cookie. That's right, all that there was to enjoy was the sweet cookie. I've been wondering what that could mean. It seems rather ominous to have no innocuous cookie message saying something vague about anything. Of course, I don't actually believe in the fortunes, but not getting one really bothered me. After pondering the obvious scary possibilities, it dawned on me that perhaps my future was too dull to even warrant comment. Writing "tomorrow will be much like today" seemed rather ridiculous so they skipped inserting this cookie with a fortune altogether. Another option occurred to me. My future path is so tenuous and unsteady at this moment that any hint in any direction would thwart its full fruition and the cookie chose not to get involved. I liked this one best, though truly I suppose someone just forgot.

So how does one become a fortune cookie writer, because I think I would be really good at it? I would never write universal advice, I would write actual fortunes.

• "Look up before you step outside tomorrow morning, though there will be nothing you can do"
• "Green will figure prominently in a chance encounter should you so choose."
• "Wear socks on Friday, you will thank me later."
• "Tomorrow will be much the same as today."
• "When you hear people laughing today and fear they are laughing at you, they are."

It's pretty fun. Why don't you try a few?