Crazed Machinations of the Failed Female

Enjoying the simple things.

I almost ran off the road today when I was driving home because I suddenly realized that the only way to get telephone poles is to find really tall straight trees and cut them down to size. I couldn't stop looking at them after that, I was trying to find seams.

I like to lay in the grass in the front yard and watch the shadows move with the sun. On really small scales over short periods, it becomes quite noticeable.

I love turkey dinners, because I love gravy, and I love tryptophan.

Sometimes I suddenly realize I am humming, and I can't help but wonder how long I've been doing it. It makes me grin.

I love baby carrots, but it kind of makes me sad that we have to chop up and shave normal ones to be willing to eat them. Maybe we just like inherently tiny, cute things. Maybe making them little appeals to the fussy toddlers in all of us. Maybe when they're small and all the same size like that they seem more like candy pieces than vegetables. Wish I had thought of it though. Then getting my Ph.D. wouldn't seem so financially shaky.

I like working in the Math Lab, for what I like to consider is a noble reason. And I like it when people in classes bring their classmates and tell them I'm "the good helper". But I also like how that cute guy I helped with his algebra said hi to me as I walked past him today. I like being known.

My pets are just like me....rather spoiled, fond of treats, always vying for attention, a little soft around the belly, and most of all, uninhibited with giving and recieving affection. I like how Oreo has made himself the neighborhood's cat. I was down the hill the other day and I saw him go up to greet the nice old lady around the curve. She bent down to give him a pet, and he curled around her legs.

I like the national anthem. Because it's our national anthem, of course, but also because it's a great song. It's one of the hardest songs to sing in the English language. But it has that great key change and that nice strong ending. I like that.

I like sleeping. Sleeping is good.

I find that I must echo the author Sarah Vowell about how three-year-olds tell knock knock jokes.
Knock Knock.
Who's there?
I have a bug in my nose!

I like going to movies in the theatre. I like the big screen and the darkness. I like twizzlers and three-dollar sodas.

The other day I was buying my American Lit book in the school library and the lady at the counter told me to be sure I grabbed one of the free campus welcome packs. I picked up the box and noticed the big white eyes and brown shorts on the yellow rectangle. "It's SpongeBob," said I, oh-so-disdainfully. The lady laughed. I really liked that.

I like my sister's cheerleading photos.

Kevin's car died today and we couldn't find his battery terminals. Because they were underneath his washer fluid tank. Who designed underneath the hood of the Monte Carlo, and where can I meet him? I must learn the ways of passing off absurdity as practicality.

I love a good cup of coffee and discussion of relativity at a 24-hour cafe the night before spring break.

Sometimes I wish I completely understood why the human brain uses the verbal hemisphere to speak and the spacial hemisphere to sing. I'm sure it has to do the with the rhythm and pattern quality of song. Most of the time I'm glad it remains slightly obscure.

I like colored socks and comfortable shoes.

I like this.

I like Kenneth Branagh's version of Much Ado about Nothing. I also like Kenneth Branagh. In everything. Even when he was Iago from Othello. Even then.

Do you ever wonder where the rocks in your driveway came from? How old are they? When did they become a part of the crust, when did they break from it, and how far did they travel before coming to rest there. I have this mental image of pebbles getting picked up off the road by my tires in Kentucky, and finding themselves suddenly in Georgia, entirely confused. I mean, I know they're not concious, not even alive, but...it's an interesting thought.

I like typing. I like the sound a typewriter makes. I have an old typewriter. It makes me want to write noir novellas. I like the sound of the keyboard too. It makes me want to be with people.

I love liking too many things to list in one sitting. That's the part I like most of all.

Posted by thisordinaryme at August 27, 2004 11:33 PM | TrackBack