Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Philosophy Majors

English Majors get enraged when you misplace a comma (I agree it does make a difference . . . ) or use a large word incorrectly. Thank goodness for these smart souls and dictionaries.

A Philosophy Major will get worked up when they find too many people using any word, regardless of its size, interchangeably (it seems) with no clear definition. But everyone knows what it means . . .

Sure just like you believed the teacher when she pointed at the ABC's on the board and said welcome to the trap. In America these 26 letters will bind you, define you and haunt you. You will never escape these words and you will live your life under the delusion you are communicating with people with these words. Technologies will further the divide . . . people did better with blind faith in each other and homing pigeons. But go ahead, put all your eggs in one proverbial basket. Tattoo it on your body. Even an image will invoke words. Words that will be twisted into any meaning any person wants. Be arbitrary.

I wouldn't know what to do with myself if my blog and my twitter account were the only way to communicate with the people I care about. Hearing two friends recount their trip with good old kodak photographs over a few beers and some wine is infinitely better than seeing them online. Seeing them online is infinitely better than never seeing them at all. It's all relative, Loves.

Stay Gold,
xoxo,
Cindy Mayweather

PapapaPokerFace




Poker Face- Pixie Lott (Lady Gaga cover)




Outta Here- Pixie Lott (Esmee Denters' cover)

Monday, August 31, 2009

The Month Off, Potential New







They asked me to take a new position at work. I could have haggled for a few cents more maybe. It would have got me out of a stressful department at work. It would have been one more "thing" to add to me resume (barf). It would have meant something new.

But . . .

It was cooped up in an office. I don't do offices or cubicles.

I'm taking a month off, so the poor woman already covering in there wouldn't have gotten the vacation she wanted.

I would have been taking the opportunity away from someone else who deserves it.

If I do leave for IL (for good) after the new year, it would have been screwing the poor woman over even more (she would have had to train someone new all over again).

A few people told me to just take it, screw the corporation I work for. What have they ever done for me? Nothing. But that's just it. The corporation doesn't care who handles the job (so long as they're competent, and preferably cheap) and they'd work that other woman to the bone if they could. I don't want that for her.

Time Travel

The Tallest Man on Earth: Where Do My Bluebird Fly from shoottheplayer.com on Vimeo.

Promises to Myself

I will only work where the "every day" people are as crazy and nutty as the people who work and shop at the Marsh.

I will be selectively literal until the day I die.

I will be glad for each day, good or bad.

I will give people a chance, even the ones I hate right off the bat (case and point, my friend Sara . . . "hate" is a strong word).

I will never be good about keeping the cell phone near me, but I'll get better at returning phone calls/texts.

I will not worry about the "boy" thing. They come (no pun intended) and go at will, and I'll always be inclined to let them.

I will always "honor" the wing man role, and wish I could be a better one for Reysons. Bro's before ho's . . . knowing full well, your "bro's" will always fall back in support of you finding love, never hinder.

I will never blame some one, anyone, for my actions or "lonely no action." Ever.

Damn be this wind.

With a little help from the Postman, Fritz Lang and Townes Van Zandt are making their way to Fearless this week. Yesssss.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Phew

I've been meaning to check up on the status of Cookie Monster for some time. Phew, with a little moderation, he's safe.

Saturday Night Lullaby

Friday, August 28, 2009

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

List of Life Savers


Here is a list of things that saved my life, they may not be my favorite things but they came along at times in my life when I really needed them.

1. Edward Scissorhands



For that reason, and that reason alone, I will always give Burton a shot.

2. The Beatles



It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out.

3. Doing the Dishes


I feel very satisfied when scouring a dirty pan.


4. Vodka Tonics (with two limes)



It's not my favorite drink . . . but its my go to drink when I'm blue.

5. Kevin Costner



Like I even have to explain . . . and when he wears that ribbed, blue sweater in Message In A Bottle, oh my, the things I'd do to that man.

6. Catherine Feeney's Mr.Blue



I just thought the song was great when I first heard it, then I met my Mr. Blue . . . ♥
He saved my life, too. ♥ ♥ ♥

7. Johnny Cash, the man, the myth, the legend . . . and this photo

Chalk it up to experience


Andia gone wild.


I am secretly a Samurai.



One Day



Daniel


This representation does nothing for my assets.


I love my mutant ears, Andia.


Your head's not really that big; it was your hair, Andia.


Sorry, kid. I'm no van Gogh.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Not fair . . . perhaps

King Rat --- Modest Mouse


Fucking Nuts. The last thing I built with Legos was a ladder for my rat. She was too heavy and kept breaking it. 1500 hrs . . . crazy.





Short story update, I was going to get Patty (with a "y" not an "i" I think the "y" is the most under appreciated letter of the whole alphabet, it has 2 jobs, you know, works as a consonant, and sometimes a vowel) out of Alaska. But I think she has more potential in desolation. We'll see what the open terrain brings her.

Rambling

Today in layaway a little boy asked his grandma if the kids at school would still pick on him in his new Ed Hardy shirts. She didn't know what to say.

"People who mind, don't matter. People who matter, don't mind."

Some kid in a Primus band shirt wanted to buy a particular pan that we just didn't have anymore. It took ten minutes and 3 different people and he still walked away confused. The fact that he was wearing a Primus shirt had nothing to do with him smoking too much weed.

I saw a new version of my Lover Boy Ed Hardy shirt at work. It looked like it got in a fight with a Bedazzle Gun . . . or Patti, she puts rhinestones on everything.

I think you're just as ridiculous for not buying a shirt you like because of the name on the label as someone who buys something God awful just for the name.

Don't be in a relationship with someone you can't share your day with (no matter how boring of a day it was). One of my exes would never let me talk about my day at work. It made me feel worthless. On a sort of related note (that ex got me into watching Lost) I was talking a little about the series with a friend a few weeks back. Trying to remember what I could of it, I started to remember why I stopped following . . . I broke up with said ex before the start of season 3 and started having really good sex. Haha.

Some bitch went off on me today because SHE lost her coffee (she put it down, forgot about it for a while, and the reality of the matter, someone probably just threw it away). Eat shit and die, bitch.

I forgot to bring the first season of Mad Men to work for Stephen (and I still don't remember if it's Steven or Stephen . . . I mean to look at his name badge EVERY TIME I see him). His mom took a turn for the worse and he was really looking forward to the distraction. I suck. :/

Wendy's fucking nuts . . . in a very good way. It's most entertaining.

Alison Wonderland is leaving for school. I love/hate that.

Soap face is putting in her two weeks along with Mary from Marshalls. I love/hate that, as well.

I'm going to look up Zumba classes. Yep.

I worked like . . . 40 hours in the last four days. I'm ready for "my weekend."

Sunday, August 23, 2009

August Remix




Keep it hott.





Excited for:

1. Fall bangs

2. Topsfield Fair

3. Pumpkin Ale





4. Illinois

5. Halloween with Jordan

6. Cornfields, Orchids, Uncle Jim's Farm

7. Lameness there (as opposed to the lameness here)

8. Mos Def and Talib Kweli







Marry me?

RE: list of favorite books and writers (machine color)

I'm leaving poets for another day

Herman Hesse

Mark Twain (his short stories most of all & The Diaries of Adam and Eve)

Albert Camus

Rousseau

Ayn Rand (We The Living & The Virtue of Selfishness more than Atlas Shrugged and Fountainhead, those clunkers were more for the cool cats just trying to look cool, but well written nonetheless)

Foucault

Plato

Homer

Alasdair MacIntyre

T.H. White's The Once and Future King

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front

Frank McCourt, Tom Robbins, Truman Capote, James Joyce, George Orwell

Brian Friel, Bertolt Brecht, and Tony Kushner

Barbara Kingsolver, Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, Sylvia Plath, Zora Neale Hurston

Agatha Christie, James Ellroy (only The Black Dahlia and L.A. Confidential)

Michel Crichton, Lewis Carroll, Philip K. Dick, Aldous Huxley, H. G. Wells

Lois Lowry, Roald Dahl, Shel Silverstein, Theodor Seuss Geisel
yeah . . . that's a good start

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Where should it lie . . .

all this regret, that is. I have no idea where to put it.







Sunday, August 16, 2009

Want a kid?

Come to Marshalls. We're giving them away free. Normally we'll have Code Adams . . . parents looking for their kids, but the last few days we've been getting kids looking for their parents. Like 3 year olds. All by themselves. So yeah . . . they're cute, they're free, and we'll even let you return them if they don't match your home decor.

"Sorry Ma'am, I couldn't find that dress you wanted, but is this scared, crying 4 year old girl yours? I found her by the door wishing she belonged to someone who gave a shit."






I can relate. That's how I feel when people leave the toilet seat up.






For sanity's sake AND because I honestly believe it, that's how I feel about all my exes. That secret could easily be mine.

Association

Dear God,

Association is easy. Disassociation is so much harder. Not fair. Wish you would do something about that.

Sincerely,
Someone who just wants to jam to Bruce and Bjork again