To think winter actually starts tomorrow. Ahhh!!!
What is it that we have been experiencing so far? You mean we're going to have colder and shittier days?
Well, at least I get to escape from it for a little over a week with Jason, Alia, Josh, and Emerson.
Good bye cruel cold.
Last night I convinced Jason to go to Unsilent Night with me. It was really, really cold out but it was worth it. So, this guy Phil Klein, who calls himself a composer, puts his "ethereal" music on tapes and then distributes them to all that bring their boom-boxes. Who knew those still existed. There are 4 versions of the tapes -- each playing a different part of the composed piece. When he says go, all press play and begin to march along the streets of Philadelphia. It was truly a great experience in that it makes the city streets seem somewhat absurd. Here are all these people of different ages and walks of life marching to this music (here is what it sounds like) and you'd think they came out of nowhere. There was some sort of harmonious disonance to it all. We especially enjoyed the startled and sometimes annoyed faces of those standing by.
Yesterday, after a long and agonizing process my ficus tree died. In order to commemorate it's short life I decided to give it the honor of replacing my holiday tree. Besides, I wasn't really planning on getting a christmas tree this year. So, I brought out my ornament and produced what you see pictured. At first I was thrilled. I think christmas ornaments can be one of the most beautiful things you can pull out in the mist of so much dreary and cold grayness. But, much to my dismay, the final product was nothing like what I had envisioned.
So, you be the judge.
Is my tree:
A) a sorry attempt, as well as miserable failure, at being crafty in a "Design on a Dime" sort of way (most things on that show are miserable failures)
B)"the poor man's tree"
C) a tree that Nightmare Before Christmas' Jack would
have loved
Go Here.
I was at first taken aback. I thought Paper Source was a bit snooty at times (I guess more crafty than snooty). But now they have earned my total respect.
Overnight we got our first glimpse of snow this year. Everything is so quiet and peaceful after it snows. The only bad part is when you have to try and go about your normal day. It looks pretty but it sure doesn't feel right under your shoes. I'm always terrified of slipping.
In other news, I informed Jason of my newly acquired blogging tendencies. He was very disappointed in me. To the point of calling a narcissistic egomaniac. Alia, you're a bad influence. He forbade me from mentioning him or even alluding to him on my blog. So, of course, as the perfect wife that I am, I'm boldly disregarding his request -- that's what you do when such silly requests are made. I'm OK for now since he hasn't even expressed interest in looking at my blog, much less going out of his way to find it online. I blame his fear of technology.
You buy it a new dress and hope that this extreem makeover will change it's view of itself. City officials hired the fancy Artlumiere of France to put on a light show. From Nov 30th to Jan 1st City hall will look like this. It actually looks kinda cool but I'm waiting to see it in person.
last night I left work in a hurry after noticing that I had stayed later than I would have liked to. In the rush to escape I failed to gear up for my walk home. After about 2 minutes outside I felt something was missing. I felt dejected from my environment. It felt wrong to be outside. Just then I noticed the phantom earbuds hanging from my ears. Where had the sound track to my life gone to?
It's funny that only a month with that piece of tech in my daily repertoire would have such a profound effect. I refused to use it for the rest of my walk to see what I'd been missing these past couple of weeks. Answer: A bunch of sirens, electro-mechanic white noise, traffic... You get the picture -- the urban day to day. I wasn't really missing much except for the guy walking across the street from me singing out loud for all to hear (what I think was a made up song) about a girl named Sarah and how she was going to make him feel alright tonight.
This is somewhat of a foreign concept for me. I mean who would really care to read the banalities that spew out of my brain every now and again? And yet, I feel some sort of attraction or pull to have a space where I can write out my thoughts to no one or everyone. To become another in the spectacle of public life.
Validate me. Read me. Figures I would rant on a blog about ranting. I'm sure I'm not the first to do so either. Thus my journey begins...
