March 9, 2005

So I have to take a hiatus from this blogging schtick.

All I can write from now until the croci (plural of croscus maybe?) are pushing their wee heads through damp soil is Marketing the Arts material, and all I can think about is web integration, contracts, and my Organizational Behaviour exam which comes up in 4 weeks.

I'll give you a list of things to do, so you don't *die of boredom* without me (ha ha) here are some suggested activities, see you all in April..

What to do:

Read: The way the Crow Flies, by Anne Marie MacDonald
Don't read: Anything with "interactive marketing" or "e-business" in the title.

Listen to: Music that makes you want to dance and sing while cooking. Suggestions: Al Green, Modest Mouse, Jean Grae, 50 cent, Paul Simon
Don't Listen to: Anymore of those distructive urges, spring is very close now, just hold on.

Eat: Some really good food prepared by someone who knows what they are doing and thank them for their efforts.
Don't Eat: Your words, ever.

Drink some: Really excellent german wine with a yellow label, made from the only white grapes that develop tannins. I forget what the wine is called though; Gehemscheminer hogel (or something) pointy yellow bottle, tastes like ambrosia, goes really well with scallops or shrimp salad.
Don't drink: Boreal Cuivree (strong beer) unless you really don't care for your stomach lining in the slightest.

Do: Listen to your friends tell wacked out stories about their own life and its wild adventure.
Don't: Waste any time worrying about your own.

Bye.

For those of you that need more...

There was some really important lesson last night at the gym while I was doing sitting ups with a weight on my chest (literal). Something about how, it's not going to ever work for people to share their feelings in the hopes of developing catharsis thorugh explanation( think Oprah, think Dr. Phil, think of the last time you knelt by the phone with a hanky up your nose saying " it hurts..." to someone hoping they had the power to make you feel better.) Sometimes it's just a feeling and only one person has it and it cannot be transferred onto someone else as a way of mediating its intensity.

I can't believe it took me 27 years to figure that out. I feel like I am being emotionally house-broken these days.

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