So I've been thinking lately about song lyrics. What if someone were to find the remnants of our civilization after it were destroyed Pompey style in a freak accident that leaves nothing but a mushroom cloud the size of the Atlantic Ocean and all the song lyrics ever written? What would people say about my society? What would they discern about our way of life? For example: "Just like the white winged dove sings the song sounds like she's singing oo baby oo say oo" or "shot through the heart and you're too late you give love a bad name" or "I'm too sexy for my cat" or even "Listen to the sounds of silence".
If that was all some goupy alien who breathed out of his ears knew about our world, what would he (or she, or it) think about me? Perhaps he would envision some frightening bird/cat cross that bleeds sensually and sings and spends most of my time trying to hear silence through what it considers its lungs. Stuff from nightmeres for sure.
I love laughing at lyrics.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Collection of random thought pieces
So I have a job now. I work around 35 hours each week in a physical therapy clinic out in Denton. It is admitably a bit of a commute but I like it there, so no complaints. The therapist is very patient and friendly and the other tech is also super helpful and I love working with them. Best of all I love worknig in a physical therapy capacity. The patients are the absolute best part. The other day I was helping a sweet Mexican man in his mid forties. He has a bad ankle we are helping him with. Anyway, he asked me how I liked the job and I told him I liked it a lot. He asked about my hours and I told him. He said that it must be an especially good job if I wasn't forced to work on Saturday and Sunday as well. I felt so guilty for all the times I had felt to complain for being at work with nothing to do. How lucky I am to live in such a capacity that I can have my weekends to myself. Indeed how lucky to have a job at all, let alone one that I enjoy so very much. There are funny moments as well. Friday I was helping an older slightly grumpy woman remove an electrode pad from her arm. She was mumbling so I couldn't understand her words very well at first so I just smiled at her but then she said again (only a tiny bit cantankerously) "you're pulling my skin off. Just let me do it." then she took the pads out of my hands and she pulled them of. Uncomforatable at the time but alright later.
On a completely unrelated tangent, I have decided that the popularity of "reality" shows is depressing on several levels. First of all, it shows very clearly that rather than live the reality of our own lives we opt to watch others live their heavily comercialized producer-created "realities" on television and then we laugh at their follies and mistakes. Perhaps because we are afraid to live our own lives we are gratified somehow when others make horribly publicized blunders. It makes me sad, somehow that these shows are so very popular, especially when their popularity spikes by some unexpected tragedy. Sad, somehow.
There was a tornado in this area last week. It was actually kind of fun, somehow. The power died around seven, just as we were planning to tak the girls to mutual. The sky turned staticy, almost like there were black lights shining everywhere. Then we looked up and everything seemed dead for a few breaths. There was no rain and no wind, but in the sky the dark clouds were literally churning in like the lazy bubling of thick soup right before the true boil begins. It was exciting but frightening. Eventually we were all sitting in the far end of the front room as close to the closet under the stairs as we could get without climbing behind the dirty laundry. Daddy had taken the lanterns, lighters, and most of the flashlights for a campout so we used whatever we could including Toria's little "light bright" dude. Paigers and Sarah made a hilariously morbid picture of lightning hitting the house and it all errupting in flame. While I laughted outright, I don't think Toria appreciated it much. We lost two sections of fence but other than that we did alright. Lots others did lots worse. There were trees down all over, roofs torn off, and store signs all over the road. We didn't get power back till about three in the morning so all us girls camped out in the living room with the windows opened since the air didn't work. To my dismay I found that sleeping on the ground was actually super difficult. I thought it wouldn't be so bad as I use to sleep on the floor all the time. Maybe I really am getting old. When the rain came back (and it did with a vengence--huge lightening and thunder a few miles from the house) we were still sleeping and more than a little water poured inside. Still, it was fun. I enjoyed it. Is that sick? I guess I can say it safely because no one got hurt. So yes. I enjoyed the rain and the destruction and the edge of fear and hysteria that kept me laughing all night. Oh dear, maybe I really am crazy.
In a final bit of news, I have found somewhere to live! I am so very grateful. I will room with a girl who is Christian but not Mormon, but with a very reasonable rent, right next to the busstop and close to the school, and sweet roommates to all go with it I am very excited and expecting a great year. We'll see, but I'm excited. : )
On a completely unrelated tangent, I have decided that the popularity of "reality" shows is depressing on several levels. First of all, it shows very clearly that rather than live the reality of our own lives we opt to watch others live their heavily comercialized producer-created "realities" on television and then we laugh at their follies and mistakes. Perhaps because we are afraid to live our own lives we are gratified somehow when others make horribly publicized blunders. It makes me sad, somehow that these shows are so very popular, especially when their popularity spikes by some unexpected tragedy. Sad, somehow.
There was a tornado in this area last week. It was actually kind of fun, somehow. The power died around seven, just as we were planning to tak the girls to mutual. The sky turned staticy, almost like there were black lights shining everywhere. Then we looked up and everything seemed dead for a few breaths. There was no rain and no wind, but in the sky the dark clouds were literally churning in like the lazy bubling of thick soup right before the true boil begins. It was exciting but frightening. Eventually we were all sitting in the far end of the front room as close to the closet under the stairs as we could get without climbing behind the dirty laundry. Daddy had taken the lanterns, lighters, and most of the flashlights for a campout so we used whatever we could including Toria's little "light bright" dude. Paigers and Sarah made a hilariously morbid picture of lightning hitting the house and it all errupting in flame. While I laughted outright, I don't think Toria appreciated it much. We lost two sections of fence but other than that we did alright. Lots others did lots worse. There were trees down all over, roofs torn off, and store signs all over the road. We didn't get power back till about three in the morning so all us girls camped out in the living room with the windows opened since the air didn't work. To my dismay I found that sleeping on the ground was actually super difficult. I thought it wouldn't be so bad as I use to sleep on the floor all the time. Maybe I really am getting old. When the rain came back (and it did with a vengence--huge lightening and thunder a few miles from the house) we were still sleeping and more than a little water poured inside. Still, it was fun. I enjoyed it. Is that sick? I guess I can say it safely because no one got hurt. So yes. I enjoyed the rain and the destruction and the edge of fear and hysteria that kept me laughing all night. Oh dear, maybe I really am crazy.
In a final bit of news, I have found somewhere to live! I am so very grateful. I will room with a girl who is Christian but not Mormon, but with a very reasonable rent, right next to the busstop and close to the school, and sweet roommates to all go with it I am very excited and expecting a great year. We'll see, but I'm excited. : )
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