For whatever reason I woke up a few mornings ago and read my good friend’s horoscope. It seemed to be pertinent to her–all about new learning opportunities and such (she just started school)–so I sent it to her. She emailed me back saying, “This morning I woke up thinking I should ask you to send me my horoscope.”
Archive for the ‘imagination’ Category
I’ve been listening to a lot of hip hop and Top 40 bullshit lately. Some people have reality TV, others trashy romance novels — my guilty pleasure is terribly bad music. Or at least it is terribly bad to the music fascists out there. It makes me happy. So really, what’s wrong with that?
My roommate and I were listening to the radio in the car last night and Rihanna’s new song Hard was playing. I commented that she was on Def Jam now and had to get some street cred. Read: Pop/Rap song with Young Jeezy.
Oh dear lord. Can you believe how ridiculous it is that I know this? (BTW: Check out the song. I really like it.)
I started thinking about how silly real life would be if we all acted like hip hop artists:
I stayed up partying past midnight last weekend. We were drinking Sierra Nevada and sauteing shrimp for dinner. Watching Curb Your Enthusiasm we rented from NetFlix: Larry David is a genius. I’m not scared to laugh.
I caught the 71 from Aptos to Watsonville. It runs once an hour. Some of the drivers know me. I look so fly walking to the bus stop that cars driving by honk and people wave. I wave back. Yeah, I know I rule.
During the week I kick it at Smith Micro Software. I’m always writing the coolest shit so people will want to buy our software. Other software companies are wishing they had our products. Their marketers would kill for my skills.
After work I’m hitting up Target for some Clear Care contact solution and Crest Whitening Toothpaste. You don’t wanna question my hygiene. I’ll shower once, maybe twice, a day. But I’m not washing my hair that often. Don’t get it twisted.
I don’t always ride the bus. Sometimes I walk. I can walk for miles. I walk 3 miles every day. Up hills and shit. That’s how tough I am. Once in a while I ride in my roommate’s Ford Focus. Or my boyfriend’s Toyota Tundra. I don’t know if it has sweet rims or anything, but I would bet it does. He doesn’t play.
And that was just this past week! I gotta say, I feel pretty hard. And awesome. Don’t hate. Give it a try. You just might find out you’re extraordinary.
P.S. Rihanna’s new look is really hot. And I am going to shamelessly promote her and her new album, which kicks ass and is being released November 23.
Jim, a 78-year-old man, showed up at my door today to say hello and that he grew up in what I now call my home. I invited him in and he told me about a secret room behind my closet (exploration time, anyone?) and where he buried his dog. His parents had the house built. He said he lived here during World War II and when there were blackouts, they would eat by the light of the refrigerator.
Today also happens to be the 20th anniversary of the Loma Prieta Earthquake, which shook (literally and figuratively) much of California to the core. I’ve seen monuments to the catastrophe here but not being local, mostly I remember it as something that happened during (of course) playoff baseball.
Perspective and time are such amazing things, aren’t they? One person can look out a window and see empty fields where he dug caves and hid coins, and I see a neighborhood full of people going about their business. To me, a closet holds clothes; to him–secret meetings with the neighbor kids. In my world, the earthquake was pictures and newscasts. To others, it seemed to be the end of the world.
I often wax poetic about different planets and dimensions, wondering when we will be able to travel to and from and through them. But doesn’t that already exist in the world we live in today? If we open our minds and look through other people’s eyes, Mount Everest doesn’t look so tall. And the oceans seem only a pond.
Perhaps our version of time travel is too narrow. What if we simply listened and lived through other people’s stories. I mean really listen without our own experiences coloring theirs? Could we travel back in their memories? Can we exist somewhere else simply by letting go?
If this is true, then maybe we can do whatever we want to do. That looming project at work might not seem so taxing after swimming the English Channel. Writing that book would seem less daunting after witnessing your plays performed on stage. For those times when we’d rather not get out of bed, we could remember a life where we could not walk at all.
I’m not proposing we don multiple personalities or lose our own. I’m suggesting that maybe if we let go of our egos and allow our souls to truly listen and move, we can accomplish anything. We are all connected, and wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could learn the easy way for once? I think it’s very possible.
This past weekend I had the opportunity to visit the San Diego Zoo. My favorite animals were the elephants, the black panther, and of course the hippopotamus. There were some cute baby bears there, which inevitably brought out the awww-how-cute in me.
(I’m not even going to try to tangent on zoos…let’s just say it all depends on the personality of the animal. Hey, look at reality TV! I don’t fit in, but there are several humans that do.)
Seeing these animals born in captivity made me wonder what natural habitat actually means. After a few generations of grizzly bears, will they even know that they might not belong there? The zoo keepers are doing their best to mimic their natural surroundings. Except for that weird stirring of instinct, what’s to tell them that it’s not their home?
Coincidentally I finished The City of Ember during that same week. It’s a young adult novel, and the premise is this: A city was built underground to last 200 years in preparation for some disaster. During that time the instructions (given to the mayor to be passed down to each successor) were lost. Because of this, the people forgot where they came from while supplies dwindled from their limited storage. I won’t spoil the ending.
What if the world we live in isn’t really where we belong? What if we’re living in a zoo? I wonder what would happen if we woke up tomorrow and things had drastically changed: the trees had purple leaves, the sky was green, and oil and water mixed (which I heard has happened). Would people even notice?
My friend once said that if a bomb went off in the street by our office most people would just keep working. I don’t know if that’s true, but the conversation took place on a day that a port-a-pottie was swinging from a crane about three stories above the ground. No one looked at it twice.
I don’t know when we all stopped paying attention, but I’m guessing it’s about the same time we started paying $1 for a bottle of tap water. We’re all text messaging and listening to podcasts on our iPods while driving 65 mph down the freeway. (I cringe when I say I’m guilty of this — except I was doing about 80.)
What gives me hope is that I’m running into more and more people who are aware of their surroundings. And this encourages me to do the same. Often I say I want to be around anyone who will make me a better person. They fall under this category. I guess I just want to do the same for others. So let’s all keep our eyes open together: maybe pigs really can fly.
Moving sucks. Helping someone move sucks too, but it’s the only way they’ll help you move when you inevitably will have to endure the unfortunate adventure. But on this particular day, it wasn’t such a mundane experience. A friend and I were driving in a giant moving truck down 35W at night when we saw lights flashing on the side of the road. She started to move over and slow down, when bam! We hit a couch in the middle of the road.
My friend’s reaction was pretty natural…”I did the right thing right?!?” But really? A couch in the middle of the highway? Who saw that coming?
Later on in the evening we were driving down 94W to return me home and in the distance we saw a semi in front of us with its doors swinging wide open and no cargo in the back. And it was still barreling down the road at 55 mph. We were about to drive past the driver and flag him down when I noticed the bio hazard diamond on the side of the truck. Do I need to repeat that there was no cargo?
This all happened October 1. But it wasn’t until I played Halo this weekend (I know – I played video games?) that these events came back to the front of my consciousness. Doesn’t this remind you of something you would see in Resident Evil? I think so. And I’m sure these sort of things happen a lot more often than just once in a while. I just haven’t been looking for them.
Many things are like that: hidden until you look for them. Life is what you make of it, after all.
August 30, 2008 – Saturday
My life is full of outrageous characters and funny stories. My sister jumped on the bar of her cruise ship and belted out “The Star Spangled Banner” after a group of her friends were giving her a hard time about Americans not knowing their national anthem. My friend Johanna’s solution to vitamin deficiency is “Eat a fucking orange.” One of my bosses painted a compass on his floor and labeled the different directions: basement, kitchen, living room and wall.
But my curiosity is peaked by the events that don’t happen and the characters I don’t meet. I had this great idea to sun bathe at the fountain at the government center over my lunch break. It’s a fairly crowded downtown area with a lot of business professionals. What kind of stir would me stripping my business casual uniform in favor of more suitable attire for the weather create?
Although I doubt I would really be breaking any laws, I most certainly would be asked to cover up at one point or another. Or maybe Big Brother would surprise me and it would go off without a hitch and I would get a savage tan on my lunch hour.
Here are just a few people I would like to get to know: the dude jogging while wearing the button-down shirt, the guy with a weight vest power walking, and the mid-30sish gentleman roller-skating in a prom dress and sweat bands. And this was all just around the lake. Imagine all the other characters out there.