(Possibly) The End Of An Era

September 30, 2010. I know that whatever the results of today's events are, this is going to be a day I will remember for a very long time, if not for the rest of my life. My mind is a swirling mess of color and feeling: blue and white and the faux wood color of the court floor, along with whirling masses of green and yellow, orange and black, fear and excitement, and tension that ripples through a crowd, tension as alive as the people bringing it forth. 

There are sounds, too: bellows of anger mingling with roars of joy, shrill whistling that rips through pressure like a knife slashing through flesh, a chatter of voices in my ear and all around me and in my own head.


Happy Holiday(s)

And the holidays are back. Ironic that I'm saying it on a holiday, but it's true. September has rolled right on in, and people--well, my friends and family at least, I don't know about yours--are gearing up for a whole 'nother season of joy and merrymaking. 

If you were trying to lose weight in time for all the food and drink of this time of year, then your deadline is coming up and it's time to double the effort. More importantly, if you've allowed yourself to grow weak in the drinking game and find yourself ready to give up after a couple of shots (like meee! I've become an old lady in the past few months), it's time to get back on that horse and train that tummy of yours to take it--how else do you intend to survive the high (and strong) spirits of the season?

It's time to focus, people! Whether it's because you wanna celebrate the crap out of life or because you just want this damn year to end, I'm getting the feeling we're all gonna be blowing 2009 right out of the water when it comes to ending 2010 with a bang. I mean Jay Sean's been singing about it for a month now: We're gonna party like it's the end of the world. Do we prove him right or what? :))


The Bad Side of the Peter Pan Syndrome

Some people just don't know when they're crossing a line. And when you try to tell them that they are, they miraculously turn deaf--even though normally, they can practically hear a whisper from across the street. I'm probably not the most mature person in the world, but I think after all these years I've earned the right to say to these people: Grow the F up.


Fate and Photographs

The world operates as a series of circles that are invisible, for they extend to the upper air. Fate is where these circles cut into the earth. Since we cannot see them, do not know their content, and have no sense of their width, it is impossible to predict when these cuts will slice into our reality. When this happens, we call it fate.

Fate is not a chance event but one that is inevitable; we are simply blind to its nature and time. We are also blind as to how fate connects one occurrence to another.

- Batuk, from James A. Levine's The Blue Notebook