Things from today

There is a crazy man in the elevator closet. At least that's what he called it. I call it the closet in my office that makes strange noises and plays home to a giant metal mechanism. The crazy man is some sort of cable guy. Not like television, actual cables. All day long he strings hundreds of feet of blue and red and green covered wires throughout the building. He's always got them looped in one hand, tugging in a rythme at one cord as he walks backwards and lets it across the ground. He looks something like a cowboy in khakis. He has bad posture, wears his clothes too big like a child would, likes ULL football better than LSU, and thinks the director of the tech department sounds like this guy:      

He's not the clinical kind of crazy, more so the consipiracy theory kind. He talks to me from the elevator closet, and I don't understand a word he says. Each word is low and grumbles and the end of one runs right over the beginning of another, so that I have to wait for the very end of his sentece to put it all together. Often times I just give him an "I hear ya," in agreement.

The TV in the office plays an old black and white movie with fuzzy lighting, and a woman wearing a black dress is smashing a man's head in a piano lid.

I just remembered that at 10:00 last night, I woke up, went downstairs to turn off my crock pot, and ended up cracking open my leftovers from dinner and shoveling as many bites of shrimp primavera as I could in my mouth before going to bed. Where did that come from?

Why are chips in the lips of coffee cups so charming?
I never get upset if I see a cup has chipped or cracked somehow, in fact, I'm almost pleased. Why is that?

In an hour I have lunch with Mom and Garrett, and am looking forward to it SO much. My boss has been out of town all week, and while I enjoy the freedom of blogging during work, it has been an incredibly boring 5 days.

And this isn't a happening of today, but I dyed my hair a lighter blonde. So far, I love it!

Jim Gaffigan - Beyond the Pale

Some Jim Gaffigan for your Thursday afternoon

What the outrage over race should really be.

http://www.foxnews.com/on-air/oreilly/2013/07/23/bill-oreilly-president-obama-and-race-problem

This article says it all. The race issue has exploded over the last month as the verdict in the Treyvon Martin case was released. What the article focuses on is the condition of the African American community. Bill O'Reilly speaks on the outrage that has erupted over this case because of the involvement of a "white" Hispanic. Yet nothing is being said of the black on black crime that happens every day. His biggest point: right now the African American culture is it's own worst enemy. This has nothing to do with slavery, this has nothing to do with oppression. This has to do with hard facts and numbers that show the degradation the society is doing to itself-and that addressing it is not racism. It has to do with the lifestyle that pop culture promotes and the toll it takes on the young African Americans who deserve more. It is not that they ought to be alone in their fight to resurrect the downward path this culture is taking; it is that it must first start within the culture itself. 

I used to write on legal pads.

It's been odd switching from retail hours to a 9-5 job.
I remember the days of hating, HATING that I worked Friday-Sunday. Even now, when I drive past  a busy car dealership, sit in a restaurant, buy a new top, I sigh a sigh of relief that I am not working in a world that requires clocking in on weekends.

However, I haven't adjusted to not having week days off. Not that I really need a break in the middle of the week due to workload. It was more the quiet pace of being off in the week. Very few were at home, and I had all day to wake up, make breakfast when I liked, grocery shop, (slowly) and begin cooking around 4:30 or 5. It was heaven. To think, I used to actually ENJOY grocery shopping. I would spend a few hours in a coffee shop, writing or drawing, and then make my way down to the store when I was good and ready. I remember enjoying the feeling of standing in line behind a lady with a full cart, and not feeling an aggravated sense of urgency. I try to live this way now, but feel that one occurrence is completely dependent on the start and stop time of the next.
What it comes down to is that creativity takes practice, and I'm not practicing very well. Something is always more important. And what then, if you have more than one hobby? Perhaps it would help to assign each week of the month to a specific one.
Should passions be so structured? Probably not. Then again, "It takes time to extract joy from life."

Now that's family entertainment.

Why can't they make comedy like this anymore. I have loved this show for years. Bill Cosby's standard for clean humor and family unity was the fuel behind this great show. In scene's like this you can feel the closeness of the cast, and I absolutely love it.

Perspective on the Trevyon Martin case protests.

One man's eye opening take on the protests after Zimmerman's verdict. Some explicit language.

Cosby

A little Claire Huxtable for your Tuesday, friends.

The Secret

Twenty something year olds are all searching for a secret. Like there is a great hidden answer somewhere in the world that will fulfill this constant feeling of needing something, needing more.

And they go EVERYWHERE to find it. The Grand Canyon, Africa, and really, just a cool beat up car and pair of mint colored ray bans on a drive up the East coast with do.
I wonder if this constant searching is due to a lack of true human connection.
I wonder if people invested, I mean REALLY invested, in the community around them, would they still need to search?

My Brightest Diamond

If you recognize this, it was on Sarah's blog a year or two ago. Today I went there in hopes that there would be something new (*ahem*) and rediscovered it. I love her voice, her words. I can't imagine this feeling. They say you think you know love until you have children, I think here you can fully see it.

Happy Friday to you all.

Tootsie

Dennis Hoffman explains something that sadly women already get. Pretty incredible to witness a man feel the same full effect, and to feel his guilt.

http://www.upworthy.com/dustin-hoffman-breaks-down-crying-explaining-something-that-every-woman-sadly-already-experienced-3?c=gt1