Unguarded and other Stuff
Fashion update: Today at lunchtime I strolled across campus to the famous so-called center of bohemianism and radicalness and did vintage dress searching. Unfortunately, the Chic 1940’s silk dress was not to be found. However, I did buy a very sleek black blouse that is more 70's retro than smoky jazz club retro. Like I need another piece of black clothing! But, it was $14 and the tag said “Disco Mama” so I couldn’t resist. Besides if I were to buy a 1940’s vintage silk dress I’d also have to get some silk stockings, funky shoes, and then some kind of bag to go with the whole ensemble. And the thought of all that shopping is just too much.** However, since
insomniatrixrequested some kind of picture I’ll do my best to comply with the Disco Mama get-up.
Often on Thursday evenings I go and hang out with the Buddhists. Mostly because I am tremendously comforted by the smell of the incense in the monastery, and the Dharma talk is often interesting, and frankly I just like to get out of here after the kids go to bed. Sometimes I blow off the Dharma talk and instead go drink tea and laugh with A., but tonight I decided just to walk the dog instead. I love walking the dog at night. Good thinking time.
As I walked I was contemplating this journal and what I’m doing here and many of the wonderful interactions that have happened. In this forum we each, in many ways, construct a persona that we project out into the world and I’ve been thinking about what that means, and how that persona may or may not differ from the me that walks through the world everyday. As I was nearly back at home I remembered a comment that
zumamade (he’s “offline” for the foreseeable future and I already miss him having only “known” him for a week or so - I recommend checking out his artwork). Anyway, he said something about my writing here being unguarded. Thinking about that I yet again burst out crying, and had to walk around the block a few times before going inside. Yes, I do really cry this much these days and I can never decide if that is good or bad. I intend to write more about my thoughts on unguardedness, but not now as I've had more than enough computer time for one day.
The following holds no huge significance in the musical life tour other than it was what I was listening to as I wrote this (and I like it a lot):
**Note that I *will* be buying a 1940's silk dress, just not for my trip to Chicago.
insomniatrixrequested some kind of picture I’ll do my best to comply with the Disco Mama get-up.
Often on Thursday evenings I go and hang out with the Buddhists. Mostly because I am tremendously comforted by the smell of the incense in the monastery, and the Dharma talk is often interesting, and frankly I just like to get out of here after the kids go to bed. Sometimes I blow off the Dharma talk and instead go drink tea and laugh with A., but tonight I decided just to walk the dog instead. I love walking the dog at night. Good thinking time.
As I walked I was contemplating this journal and what I’m doing here and many of the wonderful interactions that have happened. In this forum we each, in many ways, construct a persona that we project out into the world and I’ve been thinking about what that means, and how that persona may or may not differ from the me that walks through the world everyday. As I was nearly back at home I remembered a comment that
zumamade (he’s “offline” for the foreseeable future and I already miss him having only “known” him for a week or so - I recommend checking out his artwork). Anyway, he said something about my writing here being unguarded. Thinking about that I yet again burst out crying, and had to walk around the block a few times before going inside. Yes, I do really cry this much these days and I can never decide if that is good or bad. I intend to write more about my thoughts on unguardedness, but not now as I've had more than enough computer time for one day.
The following holds no huge significance in the musical life tour other than it was what I was listening to as I wrote this (and I like it a lot):
Click to view**Note that I *will* be buying a 1940's silk dress, just not for my trip to Chicago.