Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken, And my next self thou harder hast engross'd: Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken; A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd. Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward, But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail; Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard; Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol: And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee, Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
116 has been my favourite of master Shakespeare's Sonnets since high school - at least when I could pick a favourite. It's certainly the only one I have memorized - which is say something because I hardly ever seem to be able to memorize anything completely.
Regardless, it, and other poetry, as cynical and/or visceral as some of it is has influenced my ideas on love. I admit I'm a hopeless romantic, but I can't deny how I see this particular emotion. Once I love, I can't unlove. The nature of the love changes, of course, but I have never experienced a turn from love to hate. Pity, perhaps, or even a kind of strange regret, but never hate. I believe there are a million forms of love, and that all of them can be felt by a single person, and that many kinds can be felt for a single person. One thing that the English language lacks is a proper vocabulary for love. (There should be more words for this than the Eskimos have for snow!) "Love" itself is a word used for so many, many things that perhaps it loses meaning with repetition.
Thus poetry.
listening to: Stabbing Westward - Waking up Beside You reading: Shakespeare eating: The Udder Guys Wild Blackberry ice cream project of the day: tidying, dishes, getting books ready to take back word of the day: scrumptious feeling: speculative headspace: the ether
I had a *charming* customer today. I shall refrain from venting here because I seem to do that an awful lot, but I will say that he was an angry little man who wanted to take his frustration out on someone and that someone just happened to be me. Me in a not-so-great mood to start with thankyouverymuch. I took some joy in watching the Whirlwind step up to the plate and whip his ass. Normally I would not have had an issue, but as it seemed a direct and unexpected personal attack out of left field I was not in a good position to pull my brain together and fry him like he deserved. I was not in a diplomatic frame of mind either, so it's probably good that I didn't open my mouth before the Whirlwind did.
J has this interesting tendency to say he will do something and then delegate it to others. I find myself picking up the slack or making excuses because it's embarrassing that my boyfriend doesn't keep his word.
However on a good note, he brought me cheese. And red peppers. I love cheese.
In other news from my internet-junkie wanderings: Yes.
listening to: Kosheen - Crawling reading: Sisters of the Raven - Barbara Hambly eating: cheese word of the day: asshat project of the day: laundry, dishes feeling: apathetic headspace: an avenue of plum trees in bloom
I have still not got my hair cut. I keep setting money aside to do it and then the weekend comes and I either don't feel like leaving the house or I need to do laundry.
Pff. And for the record, dishes suck. As soon as they are all clean, they're dirty again. Wish I could just have a clean kitchen last for a day - at least!
But then, this is how I made it, isn't it?
OK, who am I kidding, I'm too drunk to compose shit... rofl!
listening to: Kosheen - Catch eating: perogies drinking: more malibu rum and pepsi reading: The Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams word of the day: aureola feeling: better than yesterday headspace: running
"The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels.
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to- hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with."
~The Hichthiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
I just spent the last couple of hours outside with a couple of good books, with ice in my drink while I soak up the sun. My hair feels fabulous.
I had grand designs on cleaning up the apartment - because, you know, it looks like something exploded in the living room - or writing something or finally changing the template of my blog, but I woke up this morning feeling like someone has stuffed me in a sack and rolled me down a mountain while I slept. Thus the slothing about on the deck earlier.
listening to: Kosheen - Overkill watching: Boston Legal 1x01 Head Cases reading: Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury word count: 2072 today's project: dishes drinking: malibu rum and pepsi eating: seven layer dip feeling: ugh headspace: the Oxford English Dictionary
Yesterday I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some pop, since we were out. We drink far too much of the stuff, yes I know. Anyway, I went down the crap food aisle and grabbed the nearest pepsi bottle, toodled to the veggie section and picked up the last things we needed for dinner and then through the checkout. I read a few pages of my book on the way up the hill, and when I got home poured myself a glass and sat down. I ate a couple of weird cheesy chips J'd been trying so when I took the first sip I just thought it tasted weird because of the chip flavour, so I didn't think about it until I'd had my third drink of the stuff and I thought 'this is so not right'. Right then, it hit me.
Insta-headache, right behind the eyes. Yep. Diet Pepsi, moron. I poured the last of it down the sink and gulped nearly three glasses of water before I pulled the bottle out of the fridge. Wouldn't you know it? It's Stanley Cup season and to celebrate there are new grey-blue designs over ALL the bottles and the only distinguishing feature seems to be the blaring red letters that proclaim the plastic container to hold diet cola. By this time my eyes are watering and I laugh a little hysterically as I head to the bathroom for some damage control.
This morning it wasn't completely gone, but I slept like a rock, which I blame partly on the pills. (I say blame like sleeping hard is a bad thing)
And what do we learn from this boys and girls? That's right: read the fucking label!
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Master Shakespeare, without you there would be no Hamlet or these Sonnets and that would just be a sorry state of affairs!
listening to: Kosheen - Overkill reading: The Traveler = John Twelve Hawks watching: Jericho 1X3 - Four Horsemen eating: perogies and cabbage rolls word of the day: conundrum feeling: disorganised
So. I've been thinking about this society we live in as a whole. Had a conversation yesterday with the coworkers about homelessness and the lack of jobs and the stupidity of the housing situation and I said something off-handed about how the whole thing was flawed. The solutions to the problems didn't work because the system was flawed to start with and therefore produced the problems that plague it now. Just how it is flawed is not immediately obvious, but it's been running a circular track in my head since then. The Whirlwind recently bought a house and was saying how she's glad she's got out of the condominium market. I can honestly say it's not a place I'd want to be in the next ten years because right now they're going for insane amounts and there is no way such prices can be maintained. The bottom has to fall out of it sooner or later, especially considering the number of employed homeless people there are in the city. Yes, employed. Hotels are renting by the week and people are sharing these rooms for lack of any available apartments. Shelters are full every night and they wonder why there are still people sleeping in sleeping bags in store entrances all over downtown. Because there's no room in the shelter! We encourage people to come live in Victoria - half the people who buy these condos are from the states or other provinces, who buy them as retirement or second homes. We encourage tourism to keep the economy running but we have too many overeducated people in the city who need to earn more than the minimum wage offered in the touristy shops. Not to mention however many million they have slated for an LRT and other transit initiatives. Hrm... something isn't quite adding up here.
I think the whole process was started by the shock I felt on hearing how there are food shortages these days - and not just in specific third world regions either. These are enough to affect the price of rice and wheat, and the availability of things like bananas here in my home town. Is it just me that feels that? I don't think so. I think there was some of that strange suspended hysteria in the later conversation where the Whirlwind stated that she wasn't going to be having any kids. She has many reasons for this, but she was on a tack about how there are too many people on the planet as it is, so this was her way of doing her part. Lady J chimed in and said she wasn't having any either, and what on earth was I thinking wanting one? So I grinned back at her and said "It's not like I want twelve of them, now is it?"
But not having kids isn't the solution is it? The shortages are caused by unfavourable weather conditions where these crops have been grown. Weather conditions affected by global warming - a phenomenon that certain politicians in the states have seen fit to scoff at and dismiss as alarmist propaganda. (I'll hunt up articles later, I know I've bookmarked them out of sheer fury.) Now, recycling and taking the bus everywhere is hardly enough to stop the process that's recently become something we can no longer ignore. (I mean, hello? Snow? in April? the complete lack of a summer last year? I'm not imagining things.) So what do we do? Hang on and wait it out?
I mean yes, I do what I can to minimize my impact, but I'm still a cog in the wheel so to speak. I can join rallies and write letters and other things, but what else is there and does anyone really think it will be enough? (Short of sabotaging the multi-million dollar vehicle industry or something, of course =P)
I've been having a relatively productive day. I had the urge to clean so I ripped everything off my desk and the surrounding shelves and sorted everything. I took out an entire garbage bag of paper crap that I'd been saving for no apparent reason. I've boxed up all the paperwork from previous years, i.e. bills and such and put them away. (I made a list of the things I have to go through next - like all the boxes and binders I have lurking in the bedroom and hall closets. I don't need to keep all my bills and things previous to 2001 anymore, do I? Or, hell, some of the other crap I know is floating around back there. I am such a packrat.)
I found all the old versions of HIWTHI and I've been reconstructing some of it because - surprise - it still works - and in some places even better than what I had. Of course, now I think the whole thing is going to end up being more than one book - I'm too ambitious with the plot threads and I think that's what's been driving me insane.
Anyway, all the vigorous cleaning left be quite some time to think. And listen to my music as loud as I want (grins) and yes, I have been singing along. HA!
listening to: Placebo - Running up that Hill (Kate Bush cover) reading: Elantris - Brandon Sanderson watching: Heroes 1x02 - Don't Look Back eating: perogies drinking: pepsi with ice, ice baby thinking about: cop lingo in the 22 century word count: (new) 895 word of the day: preternatural pet peeve of the day: deus ex machina feeling: accomplished headspace: Mare Cognitum today's project: sorting papers, cleaning the kitchen
Hello, last I checked it was April. That means flowers and rhubarb and other fun things like SUN, not this influx of arctic wind and strange fluffy white stuff. *grumbles* See what global warming is doing to us?
proof that you should watch what you say in Bovine Fury guild chat
Killertomato: I'm going to mountjack a Gnome's chicken and /lol at all of you Rhavin: you're gonna do what to a gnome chicken??? Killertomato: lol Rhavin: dear lord man you have no shame Killertomato: CARJACK/MOUNTJACK Jamnord: to be honest if your going to jack a chicken I don't want to know how or why you're doing that Killertomato: lmfoa Killertomato: omg Rhavin: I'm with Jams on this one Ishtarra: Oh boy Williamein: who's mounting a chicken? Jamnord: think KT is jacking one Rhavin: the tomato Ishtarra: that chicken is gonna need therapy Rhavin: ROFLISHY! Mâlystrix: a tomato raping a chicken?!?!? what are you guys on? Williamein: we're all gonna need therapy after this conversation Jamnord: think he is but I don't want to know how Risele: we will be fine Kavi: lol Man have I missed you guys :) Havsgurl: I think I need a drink after this conversation Ishtarra: I don't suffer from insanity! Rhavin: I enjoy every minute of it! Jamnord: Hey KT, the chicken have your tongue? Rhavin:it pecked his stem off Jamnord: rofl Ishtarra: omg Celtix: O.0 Kavi: rofl
This morning when I arrived at work there was a cement truck outside with its engine running. The building next to us is renovating for the installation of what I understand will be an old-fashioned soda/sweet shop. (For some reason that term makes me want to add extra e’s, you know, olde and shoppe.) The person I spoke to about it said they were hoping to have the place open by May, but judging from the rate of things so far I think that was a very optimistic estimate.
My favourite customer today was the one who wanted Canadian Pounds.
The Whirlwind went to L.A. and saw a Lakers game. Before she went she asked us what we wanted her to bring back for us. The Peon was all excited about the fact that they were going to see the Laker Girls and could he please have one of those. The Whirlwind brought back pictures of them and posted one of one of the girl’s bums on his desktop. When he turned it on this morning he practically screeched with glee. "zomg bumz!"
We are actually having something resembling actual spring weather. On my break I went to enjoy the sun, but I had to hurry back because my nose decided to be a dork (again) and I couldn’t find any Kleenex – I usually have some in my coat pocket, but I used it Tuesday morning and forgot to replace it. So I dashed through the mall to grab some papery substance from the bathroom before I angled back to the office. I hadn’t even sneezed, so I have no idea what set it off this time. Whatever it is it’s getting old.
Stopped at the library on my way home, which is better for the wallet than the original intention to walk through chinatown with the added bonus of reading material. *love*
Now, to play with maps and things.
Watching: Heroes 1x01 Genesis quote of the day: "If God has indeed created himself in his own image. Then I submit to you, that God...is a cockroach." (~Mohinder Suresh, from above) reading: Mind Matters - James P. Hogan eating: fried rice feeling: overtired headspace: the library
Lovely walk today, despite the arctic feel of the wind. The sky was slatey again and the trees in their pink robes contrasted rather prettily with the clouds. I had to pause at one point and just enjoy the sound of the wind in the branches... (I miss hearing that without the traffic.)
I had three of the local cats greet me this afternoon, despite the freezing cold wind. I'd have thought they'd be inside and all cozy! The lovely scarf Nomes gave me was not enough for the walk so when I got home I jumped right into a hot shower and then into the fleecies. <3 the fleecies. Gonna eat and vegetate now I think.
We were talking today at work about the Spirit Bears we had sitting around the city last year and speculating about whether or not there were plans for another batch of weirdo fibreglass critters to populate the city and if so what would they be? The Whirlwind suggested Beavers.
"They can put one out front and the tourists can climb on it!" "What, you want strange people climbing all over your beaver?"
listening to: Delerium - Truly eating: guacamole reading: Elantris - Brandon Sanderson (finished the other two) word count: nil word of the day: castor canadensis novel progress: hot damn, it just might be two books today's project: cleaning of the desk (eek!) feeling: better headspace: stuffy attic
Busy farking day today. I have no brains left, even after a yummy hot shower good foods.
When I was walking home today (for the second time) the setting sun was casting light the shade of a ripe tangerine at the bottoms of slate coloured clouds. The wind made me want to shave all my hair off because it was blowing at the back of my head as I walked up the hill, but the sky was really very pretty...
listening to: Synaesthesia - Tubastrea Aurea eating: shrimp salad reading: Blood Bound - Patricia Briggs (just finished), Elantris - Brandon Sanderson, The Golden Hills of Westria - Diana L. Paxson feeling: exhausted
I spent some time with Nomes today. I enjoyed spending the time with her. We did lunch and wandered around downtown in the sun. Yes, the sun! I even took my jacket off and didn't freeze. Is it possible that spring is finally here?
Spent some time researching too. Bus routes, and publishers, not in that order and not related.
Seems the majority of Canadian publishers aren't really interested in genre fiction of the type I've been slaving away on. They mostly seem to have a 'literary' bend to them. So I suppose that means I have to make a couple of choices; whether to continue with this one and publish it elsewhere like Kelley Armstrong and other Canadian genre-freaks did for their firsts - OR - write something else since Arika and Marlon are giving me a headache. I'm seriously tempted to start right the fuck over again.
listening to: Emiliana Torrini - Sunny Road just watched: Gone in 60 Seconds feeling: discouraged
Dreadangus: I'll take green Dreadangus: And then leave before the sun comes up Dreadangus: Green will wake up and be all like "hey, where did he go? Dreadangus: Dready can't be tied to just one beam
Rhavin: Do not cross the beams...total plutonic reversal! Bathcat: Yeah it reverses the polarity, and then there's the tribbles Ishtarra: damn tribbles
Jamnord: All I can see on grid for Ish is "pancake" Ishtarra: I am NOT a pancake. Ishtarra: however I do taste good with syrup Jamnord: She does Rhavin: O.o Mesohordey: *thinks of maple syrup joke* Ishtarra: but then I AM Canadian
Rhavin: What? Jams in a dress? Ishtarra: He really doesn't do dress all that well Mesohordey: Does he try yours on? Ishtarra: Lederhosen on the other hand... Rhavin: whoo the possibilities Mesohordey:You Canadians are weird
Mesohordey: Teacka a healer eh? Teacka: Yes, you need heals? Rhavin: You could say that Jamnord: he needs something, he's been dreaming of me Ishtarra:in a dress Teacka: I can respec.. oh.. well in that case I might be able to find a strap on Rhavin: was he dreaming of you in a dress.. or of making you wear a dress? Mesohordey: afk for a few Ishtarra: Meso needs a few mins now I think. Eiliries now knows why Mesohordey sleeps on the couch Rhavin: cause he's toohordey Mesohordey: sorry folks, Jams dress was just too much, needed a few
(Oh, and Nomes... I don't think anyone here knows where that line is either. *grin*)
Thinky. Mom suggested to me that the things that frustrate me the most on my current situation frustrate me precisely because they are important to me. *Duh* I said but then I thought about it. I was letting things frustrate me at face value more often than not and not really stopping to think about why they frustrated me. So. Taking stock now and I'm starting to wonder how on earth I let things get so the point where I just lived with the frustration. Resigned myself to it. Which, to be blunt, is entirely my problem. And as such, I've got to be the one to fix it.
Anyway... on with the show.
Nomes: lol "sometimes things just pop out of your mouth" wow Khali: i am so profound Nomes: even if i didn't already have a dirty mind... Khali: well that too, but you know I was opting for zen master on that one. honest. Nomes: ha ha or fortune cookie entendre Khali: I love entendres they're like yummy candy
listening to: Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale eating: corn on the cob word count: zilch reading: Elantris - Brandon Sanderson feeling: thoughtful headspace: the canyon where the Styx and Lethe meet, listening to the waters seethe together
Because Karnov was kind enough to tag me, I suppose I shall jump on the bandwagon.
List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.
Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
Post the rules on your blog.
Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. When I was 4 I wanted to be a fireman when I grew up. 2. I actually do like to talk, but I don't like the sound of my own voice. 3. My pinkie toes hide under my other toes. 4. I had a different name at birth. 5. Double negatives make me twitch. IN A BAD WAY! Especially if they exist in the same word. 6. However, a well-turned phrase can make my knees weak. 7. I used to think it was possible to know something about everything.
I shall Tag: No one visits much anyway, so whoever is bored enough to do this. Just leave me a link if you do. Ta!
Why does dirty laundry multiply so rapidly? (Cuz it's dirty! *groan*) And that folks is why I don't tell jokes.
Didn't sleep all that well last night - active brain and all that. Wish me sleeps tonight. Nomes... You can do what you need to. I have faith in you! *breaks out the pom-poms* (Ok, that might be a bit much, but you know what I mean, yes?)
listening to: Roisin Murphy - If We're in Love eating: spaghetti - ish stuff... word count: nil today's project: more editing /dies feeling: frustrated
I'm still kind of in a weird headspace dreamwise. I was thinking about the bird in my boat earlier. I think he was a Cormorant though I'm not entirely sure. Wrote a poem about him anyway, so there was some writing. In fact I wrote a couple of them, though I don't think much of it is any good. (Hooray!)
this river flows through the night a silver thread of dreams...
Not a hell of a lot to report, save that I managed to misplace the book I was reading on my lunch break. *mumblecuss* But! I did find it online, so I will finish reading it that way I suppose and hope that one day I can find another cheap copy. I blink less when I read online though which can be a pain in the ass after a while, er... how about a pain in the eyes? (Library is reopening soon! Zomg! Youdon'tknowhowhappythatmakesme! Withdrawals much?)
listening to: Azam Ali - From Heaven to Dust eating: taco salad project of the day: editing reading: The Letters of Abelard and Heloise word of the day: anamnesis feeling: creative headspace: at the walls of Elysium
I had some strange dreams while I was napping yesterday. In one I was walking down this path in a university garden - I know it was a university because there were a bunch of old buildings mashed together with newer ones on either side of the garden, which was filled with trees. Flowering like the plum and cherry trees are right now. Anyway, I was going to meet someone, and in order to do that I had to cross the river. So I head down the path and it winds its way to the waters edge. This part of the river must be very slow, or have turned into a lake on my way down there (you know how dreams are) because there are lily pads in the water where I have to get the boat. It's a row-yourself deal, so I get in the boat and row across. There are picnic tables on the other side and people swimming in the shallows. I pause in the middle and look for the person I'm going to meet when a bird lands in the bow of my boat and it looks at me with one little black eye.
But! I'm feeling ever so much better today. It's amazing what a whole crapton of sleep can do for you. I can't give it all to the sleep though. Mom called at some point yesterday in my bleariness and she says "you're missing something your diet! I mean, yes you're missing vitamin D, but we all are. You need some Guinness!"
So here I am on the other end of the line thinking 'what did my mother just say?' so I ask her to repeat herself, sure that it's the painkillers talking and not her, but sure enough I heard right. A Guinness. Apparently my grandfather was told to have Guinness after an operation and someone else she knew was told to have some after she gave birth for the simple fact that it "has something in it". So I figured what the hell.
So I drank one. Almost a whole one because holy crappydoodlefuck does it not taste all that great. But. I feel good today which I can't attribute entirely to the sleep I had last night for the simple fact that I was restless - probably due to the excessive napping I did earlier in the day. Either way. I feel better and this is a good thing indeed.
J, however is not feeling so hot. Just roused him from a nap to feed him dinner (read: put it in front of him, he's a big boy after all) but he's till pretty groggy and ill. The Guinness, all three of them, did not help him any it seems.
I went also to visit the lovely Lindsie today. She made a yummy brunch including real eggs for us and then we planned an adventure. I have homework! Hehehe!
I had a lovely walk back. The weather was not so freaking cold as it has been so I took the long route - both to enjoy the springiness and to look for vacancy signs. Found a few and called them with dubious results. (Also, wanted to put off laundry for as long as possible, but hey. It's done now.)
I did not get any writing done, but I did get some thinking about the writing done and whether you believe it or not, that's just as good. Hopefully. =P Besides, I received another essay to edit and that requires a different part of the brain altogether.
listening to: Balligomingo - Escape eating: butter chicken craving: Yorkshire pudding, peanut butter cookies things that do not taste good together: Guinness and toothpaste project of the day: laundry reading: the Kama Sutra of Vatsayayana word count: nada (eek!) word of the day: tambula quote of the day: "...for it is a universal rule that however bashful or angry a woman may be, she never disregards a man's kneeling at her feet." ~the Kama Sutra of Vatsayayana Part III; Chapter II 'About the Acquisition of a Wife" pet peeve of the day: the fact that they keep discontinuing razor blades! Mofos! *shakes fist* feeling: akin to human headspace: low orbit
Blogger is being a bitch. Just like my head. I've been trying to think what on earth I ate or did yesterday that would have caused me to wake up with this massive, evil, whatever-it-is migraine. No idea at all. Head, vision, stomach are all rebelling in a nasty sort of way and I'm waiting for the little pill thingies to do their job but oh, oh they are so slow.
I thought I was hungry, so I went to the fridge and got one of the nectarines we got yesterday, bit into it and omg... rotten inside! How is this possible? the thing is only just ripe enough on the outside so that it's still slightly hard, but inside it's all 'overripe' as in eeew. *spits*
Cleaned the kitchen this morning. It sparkles. And it will sparkle even more when I have finished the floor. Next is the bathroom. Must. Be. Clean.
Of course, while I was scrubbing away I was thinking - as my brain seems to do no matter what it is I'm doing - about a conversation I had earlier in the week. Are karma and fate the same thing? I'm not convinced they are, the primary difference being that karma is the result of an individual's actions - and thus makes use of human free will. Karma literally means "deeds or acts" so by consciously doing good or bad things a person affects or creates their own destiny. Without this, fate simply implies that there is no free will and that no matter what an individual does in their life, they are destined to end up in a position that has been foreordained from the beginning by some outside force.
I don't believe in fate. I said why over here, and I'm undecided on karma. I certainly believe that our actions affect what happens later, but I'm not sure if I'm on the same wavelength when it comes to positive and negative energies. The only thing we have control over, with this marvellous gift of free will, are our own actions. As reasonable creatures (meaning, creatures with the ability to reason because certainly not everyone is reasonable) we are able to think things through and make informed choices. Not that we always do, of course, but the ability is there and that is what differentiates us from other creatures. Supposedly.
What do you think O Internets?
listening to: PM Dawn - I'd Die Without You eating: a tangelo craving: milk reading: The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana (1962 translation) word(s) of the day: kama, samsara quote of the day: satyameva jayati word count: nada, but there are things novel-ish stirring feeling: sleepy headspace: elsewhere
Oi. It's been a while since I've had to edit a paper that was that bad. I wish she had sent the thing to me sooner, because as it is she's only got another day before it's due. I always say: the sooner you send it the better, but noooooo, it arrives the day before or thereabouts and now she's got hardly any time to redo it. Because that's what I told her she needed to do. Start over. Poor monkey!
Ugh... need to stretch some now, still all coiled up and slouchy from editing. More later perhaps.
listening to: Front Line Assembly - Forge eating: some pickley flavoured chips word count: 787 word of the day: inchoate feeling: slightly ill (too many chips) headspace: under a flowering pear tree
