It is well-known that there is some magical device just inside stores' doors that makes you forget everything you were there to buy. I combat this by reciting my list in the parking lot and out loud as I walk into the store (note: this is a LOT less creepy when I'm shopping with someone else). Today's trip had four items: plastic wrap, matches, tea-light candles, and Hornsby's hard cider. Pretty easy.
I found the candles right away, but still repeated them in my head, since I had a nice little song about plastic wrap, matches, tea-lights, and Hornsby's. As I walked through aisles, I kept singing my song in my head. However, at some point, I thought suddenly...of pandas. They are cute and fuzzy and eat bamboo. I continued to recite my list for a few more aisles, until I noticed it had changed to: plastic wrap, pandas, tea-lights, and Hornsby's.
I mentally grumped at myself to stay on target and continued my trek for matches (not pandas). I looked at many colorful things I do not want nor need. And I walked by a display of pretty pillows (I have a prettier one as a recent present), admired the colors, and kept walking. After a minute, I figured it was time to remember what I was looking for. My mantra assured me I was shopping for panda, pandas, pillow, and a panda. DAMMIT!
I found they had Hornsby's in stock (which is a whole other rant, by itself) and the plastic wrap was nearby. I thought of a cute panda-pillow that I'd seen in the last 24 hours and my inner shopping list was updated accordingly: panda, panda, panda-pillow, panda. Matches and plastic wrap lived in the same place, which made me immensely grateful, because I was now apparently on a panda shopping trip and couldn't remember anything else on my list.
As I got near the check-put, some useful portion of my brain exerted itself to add "trashy magazines" to the end of my panda list. This is actually true and good because I have another international trip coming up and magazines full of celebrity gossip are perfect for plane rides. I checked out, walked to the car, and noticed my inner monologue was happily singing about getting everything on my list: panda, pandas, panda-pillow, panda, and trashy magazines. I sometimes wonder if I killed too many brain cells at parties in the 90's.
An Erinku:
lighting candles
with matches
way classier
than lighters
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
The life of McGuyver, an early-morning epiphany
So. It's the end of the quarter and I'm up super early today because I've got a performance starting in the next little bit. As I was brushing my teeth, I had another early morning epiphany: everyday interactions would be tough for McGuyver. Say you're him, running around in white tennis shoes and you cut your finger while fighting a bagel at the day job. You run over to someone efficient and say, "Hi! I need a band-aid."
The first thing everyone will think is, "Oho! And what else will he need to fashion a hang-glider? A band-aid, an old blue sock, and a paperclip!" While some people wouldn't say these things out loud, everyone would hand over the band-aid with a lot of expectation. And just imagine what happens whenever McGuyver needs a stamp for his letter!
Right, early mornings. This is the same time of day where I figured out sheep's roles in creating black holes and about sheep and their adventures of shrinking or not in the rain. Hmm. My early-morning brain worries about sheep and McGuyver. This is why I don't do early mornings. Time for coffee.
An Erinku:
I'm just
going to
rest my eyes
for a minute...
The first thing everyone will think is, "Oho! And what else will he need to fashion a hang-glider? A band-aid, an old blue sock, and a paperclip!" While some people wouldn't say these things out loud, everyone would hand over the band-aid with a lot of expectation. And just imagine what happens whenever McGuyver needs a stamp for his letter!
Right, early mornings. This is the same time of day where I figured out sheep's roles in creating black holes and about sheep and their adventures of shrinking or not in the rain. Hmm. My early-morning brain worries about sheep and McGuyver. This is why I don't do early mornings. Time for coffee.
An Erinku:
I'm just
going to
rest my eyes
for a minute...
Friday, May 13, 2011
Like a picture postcard
One of today's adventures involved me driving around a bit of Denver that was new to me. I was on a tiny little winding road that went past green, green pastures with horses, huge parks with budding trees, and a long stretch of single lane road that was lined with white lilac trees. This was in Denver proper, but felt like a bit of magic land. I think I sort-of know how to get back there...maybe.
As I was driving around in the sunshine in a leisurely fashion from point A to point B, I realized that I was happy in spite of the lilacs. Realizing this was a strange way of feeling, I thought about it for a bit as the road darted in and out of sunshine spots and tree shade. And I realized that looking a lilacs makes me a little bit sad. Lilacs are my second-favorite flower, especially when they are all out of control and growing tall and awkward. I then realized how many of my imagined future plans involved me planting lilacs at various possible homes for me. I guess I've always kind-of seen the act of planting lilac trees as a statement that *this* (wherever "this" happened to be) was a permanent home.
I had many lilac plans and all of them have fallen apart. I currently am lilac-plan free. And so looking at lilacs makes me a little sad. It's a good thing they are only my second-favorite flower. And it's good to realize some sad things when you are overpowered by happy things, like a surprise pretty drive on a late Friday afternoon in the sun. It's also good to come up with new plans, as I've been repeatedly advised. Lilac power, activate!
An Erinku:
my toes
chilly
blanket
so far across the room...
As I was driving around in the sunshine in a leisurely fashion from point A to point B, I realized that I was happy in spite of the lilacs. Realizing this was a strange way of feeling, I thought about it for a bit as the road darted in and out of sunshine spots and tree shade. And I realized that looking a lilacs makes me a little bit sad. Lilacs are my second-favorite flower, especially when they are all out of control and growing tall and awkward. I then realized how many of my imagined future plans involved me planting lilacs at various possible homes for me. I guess I've always kind-of seen the act of planting lilac trees as a statement that *this* (wherever "this" happened to be) was a permanent home.
I had many lilac plans and all of them have fallen apart. I currently am lilac-plan free. And so looking at lilacs makes me a little sad. It's a good thing they are only my second-favorite flower. And it's good to realize some sad things when you are overpowered by happy things, like a surprise pretty drive on a late Friday afternoon in the sun. It's also good to come up with new plans, as I've been repeatedly advised. Lilac power, activate!
An Erinku:
my toes
chilly
blanket
so far across the room...
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Choose Your Own Adventure
When I was growing up, I absolutely loved the “Choose Your Own Adventure” books and I loved “Mad Libs.” I've been thinking about both recently, because I once again found a Mad Libs buried in a pile of music and it has been making me very happy with its nonsense.
After years of growing up, I finally realized that life is like one of those adventure books (I'm not the sharpest cookie in the shed sometimes). However, the difference is with the adventure books is that I always died, usually pretty violently, by my third decision. And while that hasn't been the case in my real life, I do know I make some bad decisions from time to time, page by page, even.
I remember the last adventure book I read. I died pretty quickly and I got so frustrated that I read the book straight through until I found the ending I wanted. I then went backwards from there to figure out the decisions I would've needed to make to have a happy ending. I'm stubborn when I'm figuring something out. And I realized that every single decision was exactly opposite of how I thought and how my instincts worked and that I'd have never reached that ending on my own.
So. Instead of speculating too long on my chances of a happy ending in real life, I instead am looking at exactly how my decision-making process works before I am faced with a pit of hungry alligators. And while I'd like to think I'll never see a pit full of hungry alligators, I've had enough bizarre adventures that I'm not going to rule it out. And that is the _______ for the _______ of my _____.
Moral of today's story: I do try to go to bed early. And midnight-ish is early...kinda. At least I'm not up dorking around until 3:00 on a school night (this week...). FINALLY, a good decision!!
An Erinku!
I spend
much of the day
sitting in
rectangular rooms
creepy
After years of growing up, I finally realized that life is like one of those adventure books (I'm not the sharpest cookie in the shed sometimes). However, the difference is with the adventure books is that I always died, usually pretty violently, by my third decision. And while that hasn't been the case in my real life, I do know I make some bad decisions from time to time, page by page, even.
I remember the last adventure book I read. I died pretty quickly and I got so frustrated that I read the book straight through until I found the ending I wanted. I then went backwards from there to figure out the decisions I would've needed to make to have a happy ending. I'm stubborn when I'm figuring something out. And I realized that every single decision was exactly opposite of how I thought and how my instincts worked and that I'd have never reached that ending on my own.
So. Instead of speculating too long on my chances of a happy ending in real life, I instead am looking at exactly how my decision-making process works before I am faced with a pit of hungry alligators. And while I'd like to think I'll never see a pit full of hungry alligators, I've had enough bizarre adventures that I'm not going to rule it out. And that is the _______ for the _______ of my _____.
Moral of today's story: I do try to go to bed early. And midnight-ish is early...kinda. At least I'm not up dorking around until 3:00 on a school night (this week...). FINALLY, a good decision!!
An Erinku!
I spend
much of the day
sitting in
rectangular rooms
creepy
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