too old for teenage angst

Fireworks

For this past week I have been thinking of this line by 20 Prospect "There is something unholy about being able to cross the world in a day," which succinctly summed up the experience of traveling to the other side of the world and dealing with the consequences, as he so poetically yet accurately described jet [...]

If you are like me, your life, at least the part that is connected to the computer and the Interweb, is interconnected with Google: Google Chrome (which I am using right now). Google search (Duh!). Maps. Directions. gmail. GTalk. Picasa. YouTube. Picnik. google checkout. google translate. Calender. Google analytics. Feedburner. Google Reader. Google Desktop. Google Docs. [...]

Disclaimer: Objects in the mirror are both closer and farther than they appear. . Preamble: I have no idea what the point of this post is or whether there is any. Except to demonstrate the power of Picnik, the danger of believing in profile pictures in social media (Think Catfish), and the fact I look [...]

The most exciting, most surreal, yet most unnerving, and embarrassing part of the evening with David Sedaris (yeah this totally sounds like I spent some intimate hours with him, doesn't it? THIS is why I have a blog: so I can alter reality with the power of my words) came when, more than half way [...]

Wig Out

I took a nap today from 2 pm to 4 pm. (Wait. Let me jot down the date for today. On October 17, I TOOK A 2-FUCKING-HOUR NAP, RELATIVELY UNINTERRUPTED, AND WOKE UP ON MY OWN!!!) When I woke up, I was completely disoriented because I thought it was morning. At first I was confused, then I [...]

The Girl in Her

She did not want to come back the last time she was there. She wanted to stay home. Home. When she was there by herself, she was not a mother. She was not a wife. She was herself. More enticingly, she was her younger self. She was a daughter. She was the much adored and lauded [...]

Waiting

. I have been thinking about this exchange in Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot a lot lately. ESTRAGON: Let's go. VLADIMIR: We can't. ESTRAGON: Why not? VLADIMIR: We are waiting for Godot. . . This exchange recurs throughout the play. No progress is made. Nothing is changed.  Both acts end on the same verbal promise [...]

"Having been struck by a 150-ton meteorite, Henry has to adapt to living precisely ninety-one centimeters from himself." Once in a while, you come across something that so resonates with you to the point of altering your reality. Or your perception of reality. It's like, all of a sudden, you can see yourself more clearly. [...]

Know thyself. Be thyself.

It is 2:03 am. I am all of a sudden wide awake. Note to self: Listening to PRI Selected Shorts podcasts while cleaning the house is a sure way that your mind will become overactive and that you will have trouble falling asleep. I will pay for this indulgence: lying down on my Therapy Couch [...]

The white flag goes up…

Remember the tagline of my blog? These posts are supposed to be my therapy sessions. Ranting about the demise of Thanksgiving and gloating about making shotgun Christmas ornament is not very healing. The following is one of my therapy sessions. I am getting on the coach now. You have been forewarned... I am not quite [...]

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