Not sure what's going to happen with the blog when I head across the pond. It might go on long intermission, it might become access controlled, it might just go away. I've been writing intermittent missives to my e-mail friends during my language journey. Perhaps e-mail dispatches will become the new blog. All of this impacts approximately 3 people, including me so not really a big deal.
Semisonic comes to mind this week; "you don't have to go home but you can't stay here." I don't want to go and I don't want to stay here. After only a week, my spirit is a little crushed. Working for 8 hours really is overkill. We should get paid an 8 hour salary to work 3-5 hours a day. Get in, get it done, get the fuck out. Go spend some 8 hour money in our badly needing it economy, get home while it's still daylight, spend time with your friends and family, go to the gym, have a life. When I was in language, the tasks piled up and waited for me. I would breeze in on a Friday and just knock shit out and when I was done, peace out. I wasn't waiting for 5, when I could leave without explanation. Today, the day stretched out in front of me endless and I got nothing done. Everything was mind-numbingly boring. I'm tired of chasing people down, of having my personal life pile up on me, of walking the hard halls in heels (that ends today).
Somewhat random aside; more women need to check their asses in pants. There is a lot of unfortunate happening out there, primarily in the cases where god did not see fit to grant asses and the pants seem to concave tightly into the back of the thighs. It's especially tragic to me when it appears a lot of effort is being made to look nice. All I'm saying is there are too many cuts of black dress pants out there for you to rock concave ass. Bring a hand mirror into the dressing room.
A man flirted with me yesterday and I wish I had done just about anything else than what I didn't do, which is...I don't know, try to see him again. Even though I'm here for a minute, even though he said he was a "follower" of some random internet dude's exercise and mobility program and also used the word "voodoo" non-ironicaly to explain how the mobility exercises worked. We were probably a perfect pair. After all, I was the one doing deep knee bends in a skirt and suit jacket and letting a stranger wrap my leg in an inner tube. I could explain how this all came about but I'm not, not because it's a long story but because it's not as interesting as those snippets suggest.
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The old Art Carney ass, eh? Man, there's a lot to be said when it comes to pants. Like those low-rider, bootleg jeans? No offense ladies, but they look right on about 8% of the female population. The rest?--please do yourself (and all of us) a favor and steer clear!
I'll tell you another thing about women, they'll wear clothes that they know are good or high quality regardless as to whether they look good in them. I other words, they like good clothes more than they understand the importance of fit, style and taste. Doesn't matter how high quality the material or cut or label if it dont fit right!
Hope the 9 to 5 doesn't wear you down there Ava. Its definitely a grind, but at least you'll take the show on the road.
Lodo, I just love your comments and observations. That was a real interesting one about women and clothes. I don't know if the observation you made is just confined to high quality clothing, I think it might be all clothing. I think many women are trying to achieve a certain look and when they look in the mirror, they are referencing something or someone they hope they look like instead of seeing themselves. This is especially true as teenagers when clothing is more a vehicle of self-expression but it certainly applies to adults as well. I know I've been guilty of trying to rock looks that don't work for my body and of not rocking looks that do but it wasn't a label thing as much as it is/was the practice of really trying to see myself and notice when things really looked good and when they were on trend but not appropriate for me.
I think women are definitely more daring when it comes to what their willing to wear--and I appreciate that. Dont want to limit someone's self-expression or make them self-conscious; but many women see the article of clothing as much as they see themselves in that clothing.
The great artists, they don't give a crap what they wear--they'll try anything new in order to bring out different aspects of their personalities. Bjork. Imogen Heap--almost all the big actresses. Talented as they are, they've sported some pretty bad looks w/out apology. Tough to be a woman--I'll give you that.
But no one has worse or more audacious fashion sense than an in-the-closet gay man. Just look at Prince or Michael Jackson's fashion sensibility. Wow! Really bad stuff.
Just remember before you make any big decision; close your eyes and image Will Ferrell dressed as Neil Diamond, and the Rock dressed as big foot, behind the burned out Shoney's singing "Monday Monday". I AM NEIL DIAMOND! Ask your self...what would Neil Diamond do?
Ok Anonymous...what?! I feel like we must know each other because that is only one of my favorite sketches and I find so few people who both know it and love it.
You can put it together...MSTK3000... Neil Diamond yelling "DO THE BEST YOU CAN" lol. If you figure it out I will tell you who I am...(evil snicker)
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