If the emo shoe fits...

i'll wear it

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It happened...

I will save the recap of my trip to the North Star state for tomorrow. Instead, I will simply say something I dreaded finally occurred. It was therapeutic, but still felt shameful. The event was bound to happen. I didn't know how or under what circumstances, but it overtook me. Just like that. Without warning. I don't know where to go from here...

moose-stashes

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Handlebar:

Dain Bramage

In the current issue of GQ, there is an article about neurofeedback. Which, according to wikipedia, is also called neurotherapy, neurobiofeedback or EEG biofeedback (EEGBF) and is a therapy technique that presents the user with realtime feedback on brainwave activity, as measured by sensors on the scalp, typically in the form of a video display, sound or vibration. It allows you to tap into the depths of your brain and control it. One sits motionless in front a TV with a bunch of sensors hooked up to the scalp and tries to get the images on the screen to respond according to brainwaves. Training your brain. If you can pinpoint stresses in life or areas that need improvement, measures can be taken to counteract the feeling and you can actually train the brain's reaction. With time, memory, reaction time, and stress can be improved simply by training your brain. This is amazing to me and probably totally worth the exorbitant amount of money one has to spend to get this training. There are actually quite a few websites that come up when googling the term. I am merely a simpleton who can't fully comprehend the science/technology, so searches can be done. Actually being able to completely control one's own mind? That is science leaping forward.

¿Dónde Está la Biblioteca?

I am of the belief that it's better to know a little about everything than a lot about one thing. Having knowledge in a vast array of subjects is far more beneficial than knowing every possible aspect of one field. In an attempt to not only better myself, but distract thoughts of recent events, I have set out to learn or improve various skills. Becoming bilingual for instance. I know enough Spanish to survive in Mexico and sell paint, but I can't really have a conversation with an Amigo. Meaning I can order food and drink, ask where the road/bathroom/hotel/library is, and sell paint and associated products. That is more of a long term thing, but moving back to Texas will undoubtedly help. I am also going to attempt to learn the basics of piano. To not only help my understanding of music, but hopefully improve my bass playing abilities. On top of those goals, I might be going back to school in some form. Teaching certification, trade, grad, etc. Perhaps I'm being too ambitious? Overloading my plate with talents and tedious tasks. Even if I don't master any of these things, it doesn't matter because I'll still be better for it.

Country v. Ghetto

I've noticed something interesting. In the slang vernacular, calling one's actions (or lack there of) 'country' or 'ghetto', are probably interchangeable depending on location. Example:

"You drink out of jelly jars? That is so _______."

The words 'country' or 'ghetto' could be used here and not be out of place. It is known that drinking fluids out of glass jars formerly containing food is an action done in rural and urban settings to save money. Realistically, it is a matter of income class. A 'poor thing', if you will, but no one is going to say, "Dude, that is so poor." That is just insulting. Disguising a not-so-clever observation on one's wealth with their general geography is endearing and somewhat amusing. Not insulting.

Here are a few more examples to prove my point:

- propping furniture up with phonebooks/cinder blocks

- owning a gun

- any unusual action in a vehicle (i.e. having to roll down window to unlock door)

- tattoos of names of significant others

You get the idea. Pretty much any action where one is unwilling to spend money to fix or improve things they cannot afford.

This is kind of funny because I'm willing to bet 90% of the time a phrase, "That is so ghetto/country," is said by upper-middle class individuals. Such is life.

revoke my poetic license?

pen/paper search during slumberless nite yields an unexpected find in the bottom drawer of memories close by bedside manor.
a traveler's turquoise feather.
a gift.
scrawled with well-wishes and safe-journey hopes entombed in a single dino-stitched mocha suitcase with heart-shaped lining.
taken for granted.
most assuredly.
once a feathery stowaway in canvas and leather pouch for good luck on distant voyages.
no longer talisman.
merely a sullen reminder of Love lost stashed in cognitive hull for safekeeping.

Soup & Crackers

I have a list of topics to blog about on my coffee table. Right next to my whole grain croissant and evening tea. Probably fifteen or more random droppings, but none seem appropriate or I don't feel like going into it. There is a chasm I feel this nite. I'd like to discuss it, but I don't know what I'm feeling. At a loss for what to type. Just a blinking cursor on white in the 'Compose' box staring back at me. You are no comfort this hour, Blog Spot.

Quote

Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn.
- Gore Vidal

Friends! How many of us have them?

Second post in one day. I don't understand why I'm incapable of meeting new people. Since leaving school, excluding work and friend acquaintances, I have made no new friends. I'm pretty sure I know how I could, but it would mean changing who I am. Even if I was to start drinking coffee, buy a laptop, start smoking, go to bars or do whatever else needed to interact with strangers, I believe my appearance would hinder it. Somehow, I'm not approachable. Excluding the tattoos, I've decided it's because of my Y chromosome. All a semi-attractive female has to do is exist. She could be minding her own business, nose in book or notebook, and a stranger (probably male) will approach unprovoked and initiate conversation. This never happens to me. I could sit on a bench in a park reading a book for hours and no one will approach. Friends of mine have said they were intimidated by me before getting to know me, so maybe that's it. I just need to stop scowling.

Odd weather we're having...

The weather here in the Pacific Northwest has turned. It's been a gradual process over the past few weeks, but is here to stay. Cool and rainy again. The stereotypical idea of this region. I'll be departing in eight weeks or so and can honestly say the weather will be missed. I enjoy it. Sweaters come out, hoods go up, and umbrellas get ruffled. To me, it feels like Halloween. How I'll miss thee.