I just saw a woman with a possibly 44FF chest jogging past. Yup, it's right... JOGGING! Incredible, isn't it? Who jogs when it's so hot (note: it was 90+ last week)?
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Random tweet: When you're 20 and fit, leotards are marginally acceptable. When you're 45 and 30 pounds overweight, you owe me my eyes. [see above]
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I felt like such a Zombie when I peeled a piece of loose skin off my lip this morning. I called it super exfoliation.
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Wouldn't it be outrageously "dated" if I wrote a novel where everyone lives in town MySpace, while they Twitter around the Blogger near FourSquare?
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If I could have a dime every time someone says "Neat, I want to write a book, too" when I tell them I'm a writer, I'd be able to buy an iPod Nano. Maybe.
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I was talking to someone, who is also a Libra this week (no, not you, Sara - paranoid much? :-P ) and I just realized something... oh my, we Libras can be quite full of ourselves. As I listened to this person talk, I couldn't help but think, "When is this conversation going to end? Or at least change to be about someone else? When did it become a self-interview?"
I got to think... do I come across as so self-absorbed, so full of myself? I know I do have a tendency of being self-absorbed, but I don't think -- or at least I hope -- I'm not full of shit. Or at least not holier than thou. In a way, I admire people who are so genuine and more concerned about other people than themselves. They are so refreshing. People who are full of themselves could be very interesting, sure. I've known plenty of fascinating people who only talk about themselves. But after a while, I'd tune them out and lose interest. I mean, do I have to listen to you talk about how you feel more superior than other people? Or how your view carries such weight? Or do I care if you have such and such accomplishments?
I certainly do that -- it's part of being an artist/writer/creative type. We must keep selling ourselves. Personally, I HATE self-promotion and I'd pay handsomely for someone else (such as a publicist) to do that for me if I ever become rich and famous. I HATE talking about myself (at least in person -- on the Internet, I tend to do that more often since, well, the conversation seems to often be one-sided anyway). But when I do talk about myself, I do have a tendency to try to impress. Hey, I did this, and hey, I did that. Ugh. Sometimes I catch myself doing that, and I'd like to crawl under a rock, and can see the virtual eye-rolling of my audience.
So where is that line? How do you talk about yourself and your life without sounding like a pompous ass? Or how do you talk about something other than yourself without sounding like you're evasive?
Communication is so hard. I just want to be myself, but is "myself" good enough? Do people think I'm full of shit?
PUZZLEMENT
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Random Thoughts
Here are random thoughts of the week...
1. TV shows such as Seinfeld or Friends or Sex and the City are setting up such unrealistic expectation about friendship. I'm sure, it's not enough that these people have one or two best friends that they get to hang out with regularly, if not DAILY and multiple times in a day. They have 3 or 4 or 6! And they live in NEW YORK where people are busy just taking subways and minding their own business. Not to mention they completely ruin my self-esteem. Um, let me count how many such friends I have... OUCH
2. That said, there are people you just met who make you feel like you've known them all your life, and time and again they'd finish your thoughts as if you have some psychic connection with each other. I've met quite of few, and interesting most of them I first met online!
3. Why is it that after 2 years, people want to vote back into Congress the political party that screwed us for 8 years? Are people's memories that short? Or are they just stupid? [Not to mention voting for some of the nuttiest people in the world who wants to get rid of everything from Department of Education and Social Security and believed if you have no health insurance, you should just let God take care of it... WOW!]
4. I wonder if when you were born has something to do with how you feel about the seasons. I was born in autumn, and I love fall, and I also enjoy winter (honest) and spring. I think my least favorite season is summer (but not hate... it has its good points). Meanwhile, a friend of mine was born in the middle of winter, and he hates winter, but loves spring and summer; autumn reminds him of the inevitable winter so he's overwhelmed with dread. I have another friend who was born in summer and she loves summer and fall and winter, but kind of hates spring. I find this unscientific observation (with a sample size of 3) very interesting...
5. I just realized someone swiped the left side of my car... I'm not talking about some ding or dent or even a small scratch; I'm talking about a 7" by 3" worth of scratches. #$Y%#% Why do people do that, and then not leave a note or number or anything. And how on Earth would someone do that in a parking lot? Are they drunk? Can they see? Why are there so many ASSHOLES in this world? I hope they meet their karma really soon... like soon... like NOW.
1. TV shows such as Seinfeld or Friends or Sex and the City are setting up such unrealistic expectation about friendship. I'm sure, it's not enough that these people have one or two best friends that they get to hang out with regularly, if not DAILY and multiple times in a day. They have 3 or 4 or 6! And they live in NEW YORK where people are busy just taking subways and minding their own business. Not to mention they completely ruin my self-esteem. Um, let me count how many such friends I have... OUCH
2. That said, there are people you just met who make you feel like you've known them all your life, and time and again they'd finish your thoughts as if you have some psychic connection with each other. I've met quite of few, and interesting most of them I first met online!
3. Why is it that after 2 years, people want to vote back into Congress the political party that screwed us for 8 years? Are people's memories that short? Or are they just stupid? [Not to mention voting for some of the nuttiest people in the world who wants to get rid of everything from Department of Education and Social Security and believed if you have no health insurance, you should just let God take care of it... WOW!]
4. I wonder if when you were born has something to do with how you feel about the seasons. I was born in autumn, and I love fall, and I also enjoy winter (honest) and spring. I think my least favorite season is summer (but not hate... it has its good points). Meanwhile, a friend of mine was born in the middle of winter, and he hates winter, but loves spring and summer; autumn reminds him of the inevitable winter so he's overwhelmed with dread. I have another friend who was born in summer and she loves summer and fall and winter, but kind of hates spring. I find this unscientific observation (with a sample size of 3) very interesting...
5. I just realized someone swiped the left side of my car... I'm not talking about some ding or dent or even a small scratch; I'm talking about a 7" by 3" worth of scratches. #$Y%#% Why do people do that, and then not leave a note or number or anything. And how on Earth would someone do that in a parking lot? Are they drunk? Can they see? Why are there so many ASSHOLES in this world? I hope they meet their karma really soon... like soon... like NOW.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Hey hey hey!
I've decided to create a new blog, to be separate from my writing blog, so I can talk about just about anything. And I hope to update this every Tuesday, thus the title of the blog (and yes, if you know the reference, you know what it means...) There's just something restrictive about a "professional" blog like my I, the Author.
So, what's up? What's happening? How is it hanging?
I've been doing just fine, working hard over the last week, which is rather rare for me but it felt good. It's good to be on a roll, although it's sometimes very difficult to keep my focus. I do work better at night, between 1-4 a.m. The other day I worked until 6 in the morning (starting from 2 I kept telling myself to go to bed); I just suffered from the consequences later.
Let's face it, that's rare for me. I think the last time I did something like that was in 2001, when I was working on a project near New York and working on my first novel at the same time. But really, I'm usually a Lazy ass. Lazy with a capital L. I really am.
My coworkers and friends sometimes would tease me for not working all the hours. While they complain there are not enough hours in a day to do everything they need, I have time to play. The thing is, I do just as much, only that I do it much faster. They'd ask, "hey, if you're so efficient, why don't you do more? Imagine what you can accomplish if you use all the available hours in the day!" Ugh, yeah, I can imagine all right. I'd probably lost all interest in life and want to kill myself. I'd say to them, "Look, I do just as much if not more, and I'm not going to do more just to cover your asses." They tend to not like what I say. I just shrug and get on Facebook.
It's not an exaggeration. I really am THAT lazy, but I cover my own ass by being very efficient and rather good at what I do, so I use the rest of the time to play. To me, it's all about balance, but sometimes I'm not sure if I'm really "balanced." Maybe not. Maybe I actually play too much (OK, GUILTY!)
I do wonder what I could have accomplished if I had worked more hours and pushed myself more, like a friend of mine who used to work 16-18 hours a DAY and he's a top executive in his Fortune 500 company now. I wonder where I would have been if I had done something like that. On the other hand, I can't complain about my life. I'm happy, and that's really important to me. I may not be where I wished/wanted to be career-wise, but I think life has more to offer than just work, work, work.
There's something to learn from the Italians, although not quite to that extent: they believe in "the pleasure of doing nothing." Despite my natural repulsion against "doing absolutely nothing" (and I easily get bored -- give me a seven-day sit-on-the-beach-and-do-nothing holiday and I'd scream bloody murder), I do think there's some wisdom in that. The idea is to find "pleasure" in everything, even in doing nothing.
We city dwellers, especially in the US and Asia, are so used to the concept of DO, DO, DO... even my therapist said, "Don't focus on the DO. Focus on the BE." It used to be very difficult for me to not DO. It's easier for me now to enjoy the BE.
Now I'm hearing a song... DO BE DO BE DO...
It's time to sign off.
See you next Tuesday.
So, what's up? What's happening? How is it hanging?
I've been doing just fine, working hard over the last week, which is rather rare for me but it felt good. It's good to be on a roll, although it's sometimes very difficult to keep my focus. I do work better at night, between 1-4 a.m. The other day I worked until 6 in the morning (starting from 2 I kept telling myself to go to bed); I just suffered from the consequences later.
Let's face it, that's rare for me. I think the last time I did something like that was in 2001, when I was working on a project near New York and working on my first novel at the same time. But really, I'm usually a Lazy ass. Lazy with a capital L. I really am.
My coworkers and friends sometimes would tease me for not working all the hours. While they complain there are not enough hours in a day to do everything they need, I have time to play. The thing is, I do just as much, only that I do it much faster. They'd ask, "hey, if you're so efficient, why don't you do more? Imagine what you can accomplish if you use all the available hours in the day!" Ugh, yeah, I can imagine all right. I'd probably lost all interest in life and want to kill myself. I'd say to them, "Look, I do just as much if not more, and I'm not going to do more just to cover your asses." They tend to not like what I say. I just shrug and get on Facebook.
It's not an exaggeration. I really am THAT lazy, but I cover my own ass by being very efficient and rather good at what I do, so I use the rest of the time to play. To me, it's all about balance, but sometimes I'm not sure if I'm really "balanced." Maybe not. Maybe I actually play too much (OK, GUILTY!)
I do wonder what I could have accomplished if I had worked more hours and pushed myself more, like a friend of mine who used to work 16-18 hours a DAY and he's a top executive in his Fortune 500 company now. I wonder where I would have been if I had done something like that. On the other hand, I can't complain about my life. I'm happy, and that's really important to me. I may not be where I wished/wanted to be career-wise, but I think life has more to offer than just work, work, work.
There's something to learn from the Italians, although not quite to that extent: they believe in "the pleasure of doing nothing." Despite my natural repulsion against "doing absolutely nothing" (and I easily get bored -- give me a seven-day sit-on-the-beach-and-do-nothing holiday and I'd scream bloody murder), I do think there's some wisdom in that. The idea is to find "pleasure" in everything, even in doing nothing.
We city dwellers, especially in the US and Asia, are so used to the concept of DO, DO, DO... even my therapist said, "Don't focus on the DO. Focus on the BE." It used to be very difficult for me to not DO. It's easier for me now to enjoy the BE.
Now I'm hearing a song... DO BE DO BE DO...
It's time to sign off.
See you next Tuesday.
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