Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Eclecticism

Moss Stich Scarf: Finished
Moss Stitch Hat: Started
Wine: Debeque Canyon Cabernet Franc 14% Alcohol, nuff said.

My man came over the mountain for a few days. We went to St. Peter’s Dome and found some awesome fluorite, amazonite and quartzy stuff. On our drive he makes this statement: “I’m glad you’re not an eclectic thinker”. Hmmm, let’s analyze the definition of eclectic shall we?

“Selecting or employing individual elements from a variety of sources, systems, or styles.”
“Selecting what seems best of various styles or ideas “

Eclectic Art: “the borrowing of a variety of styles from different sources and combining them"

So with these definitions I feel I am totally eclectic. Eclectic in style, music, art, thoughts and personality.
I know there are some other medical and religious cultish meanings, but I’m taking it for what it means to me. Maybe he thinks eclectic = crazy. Ok, I might be a tad crazy, I’ve been called odd once or twice, but the point is this, I really don't have one. I just felt compelled to explain my eclecticism.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Sexy Back

Justin Timberlake is hot. I turn into a little schoolgirl when I see or hear Justin. He’s sexy. I often fantasize that I’m that woman on the dance floor he is lustfully staring at and I’m just shaking my thang all confident like Justin is just another guy. Really, what would I do if I ever met Justin Timberlake in person? I honestly don’t know. My personality is to play it cool, I mean, you know he always has silly girls all over him not containing themselves. I’d have to say, I would probably be one of them. The idea of my ever hooking up with Justin is far beyond my realitt. I may as well act the fool and be one of those silly girls, anything to get close and touch at least one hair on his adorable head, just one.

Now, on the other hand, if some Justin look-a-like approached me it would be a different story. What would a Justin clone approach be? “Hey Sexy Lady, your Sexy Back got me Loved Stone. Damn Girl, Damn, Let Me Talk To You and Set The Mood, cuz you know What Goes Around Comes Around, All Over Again. Um, I don’t think so loser. I mean really, right? There is something about the real Justin Timberlake that makes this work, but anyone else, please, don’t even go there.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

I Need a Swift Kick

I’ve done a lot of thinking lately, soul searching. I have found….nothing, nada, zip. I can’t find what I want, who I am, or where I’m going.

I have ambitions. Lots of them actually, but when I shift focus to those ambitions, I am lost. I don’t know where to start or what to start on and if I should even bother. The things I have started, I’m paranoid that maybe I started on them too soon.Or maybe I have already seen so many obstacles before I began, but I began anyway because for some insane reason I’m feeling stagnate and this was going to offer a challenge and some kind of excitement. Maybe, I’m just jaded from a bad run in with an ambitionholic. I think it’s all the above.

So, I’m trying out this new sleeping aid, listening to Moby, hoping that the effect of this sleeping aid will open my mind and I can come forth with some mystical wisdom and insight into my soul… Guess not.