idealism

I have been trying to decide what to do with my life. The following is a list of my attributes:
1. Language
2. Travel
3. Fashion school dropout

I have found the perfect job. Can't you see me in this?

reflexology

the pain in my knee is from a cut on my heart

I am going to set the record straight: I like classical music. A lot. My appreciation stems not from intellectual snobbery (everyone is a music snob, thinks the music they listen to is cutting edge). By and large I agree. What I would like to know is when did having a taste for dead composers make one less of a connoisseur?

The passion in a good composition escalates and engages my imagination. It is lyrical and poetic, without blessed words. The elitist mentality is a limitation. I understand that listening to Rachmaninov takes acclimation. Jazz does too. Training our ears and minds to hear the relationship between notes and melody is a practice of patience. It is resistance training. We are all brought up with notions that it is pretentious music, written for fine dining and elevators. Admitting to like classical music is akin to the first taste of flesh. At first the body is foreign and exotic, only handled (ha) in morsels. But our appetites, they do grow.

I am not arguing that everyone load their i-pods up with Handel's water music. I am suggesting that there may well be a composition that inspires and titillates you. The ears are organs which like variety. In a world of ever increasing spead and variety, the understanding of historical art is losing to the concupisent seduction of modern replicas.

peregrinate

Chances are that my information is faulty, so don't take my word without a cautionary pause.

I should never, ever complain about anything because I am alive and can breath and have legs that have muscles that are fired by neurons; and I have thick blood that is full of salt and oxygen, it goes coursing through my body and when I bite my lip I taste pennies. Working so very hard to never say the things lurking right below the line for passable social commentary, boil right down to self-interest. Well, that's what we're all about is it not? the valued examination of the self in the ever reflective mirror or, perhaps we are ever so much more. Is there seven or are the seven?

Now that I have that clear, I can move on to more insightful topics. My boyfriend got an x-box that he has spent thirty hours modifying into a media-center. I am not jealous, only lonely...no seriously. But on a much lighter note, he did buy a motorcycle. Now I can listen for the rumbling engine in the afternoons, wake-up quickly from a nap, and pretend never to have been asleep.

Final and bright note: playing cards with a group of couples is awkward. The future looms and tightens and I cannot always breathe and the room gets so damn hot. Which is the worst, because then everyone can read the shame in my cheeks. And the not knowing the people is there too, and the expectation that doesn't quite get spoken is a secret which has never really interested me all that much. And the truth that hides just behind the curtain is that they all know more about each other, have history, that is seperate and does not ever include me.

But all of this is not about my social disfunction. No that would be all to simple. It is that I never get seen, in element, by the man that I love.

why bother?

Well according to the FDA exercise and eating with discretion is no longer enough to slim down the two-thirds of hefty Americans. Thank God for orlistat!
This amazing little pill seems to really be a miracle. It inhibits the bodies ability to absorb 25% of fat consumed. Instead of limiting myself to a diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and whole grains, I can now consume with abandon! Once only available by prescription, I can now purchase orlistat over the counter.
Say goodbye to calorie counting and say hello to orlistat.
Orlistat, taking the fat out of effort.