Saturday, October 25, 2008

Somebody, stop me

There's been so much going on... life and people and work and blah blah blah. I don't even know where to start.

In a book I just finished, the author described the difference between how men and women think. She used the analogy of a computer screen and various open programs or windows. A woman, for example, simultaneously thinks about multiple things - she'll have various "windows" open, and is unable to close certain windows. A man, on the other hand, tends to have one window open at a time. He'll think about one issue, close the window, and then move on to the next issue. In this sense, I'm 120% woman... and the problem is that I currently have one or two windows that I simply cannot close. It's as if one or two major windows have been opened, and they're crowding everything else in my brain out of the way. And I can't shut them. And I'm distracted and unable to concentrate.

I was talking with a guy friend, and he said that he's able to stop thinking about something, even if it's important to him or it's bothering him or it's unresolved. I'm jealous. I need a brain transplant. If I hadn't lost so much money in investments (*bleeping* financial crisis), maybe I could even afford one.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

My Onion Life

I feel like I'm leading multiple lives with multiple identities in multiple dimensions. Sometimes it's kind of fun and interesting, but other times I wish I were more normal and stable. Though in the last several months I've started accepting (and even liking) my own weirdness. That's important.

It's not like a Glass Onion Life... more like a Coloured Onion. I think I need to discover a new colour.

Friday, October 03, 2008

New York from the Ferry

So... which is your favourite photo?

It's real-colour, for the Realists among my Dear Readers. What you see is what you get, you perceive and accept the world as it is, and Imagine is nothing more than a dusty old John Lennon song.

Behold, sepia, arguably for the slightly eccentric, misunderstood, and surprising personalities. It's modern, but old-fashioned. It's almost dark, but not quite. It has a certain beauty to it. It's not sure who it is, and what it's place in the world is.

Ah, the classic black-and-white... it's dark, obscure, foreboding, somber. It can turn a normal city into Gotham City. There's no hope, no escape, no peace, no beauty.

And now, for the Dreamers, the Idealists, the Visionaries among you, I present the tungsten effect. It's Reality on Steroids, it's a manic episode, it's seeing colour in a drab world, it's smiling amidst tears, it's hearing music in a deathly silence.

I think I'm losing my mind..........................