karmaville

Things said to me at work this week.

1. "Holy crap that was you?!?" - Upon the discussion of my first major blog, the anonymous dating project one.  Fans everywhere I tell you!
2. "It's too bad long eyelashes are wasted on you.  Even if they are pretty." - Thanks!
3. "There is no rule against her calling herself a whore."

I love my co-workers.  Seriously I do.

Dancing fool

I wonder how much of my writing here is going to get me in trouble in the future.  Co-workers know of it, future girlfriends will probably find it, future employers will use it to research me, and hell, even my parents have found it at least once.

That's why I am a little reticent about posting about a few areas, one of which is my doctor approved, fully prescribed, never-taken-improperly use of narcotic painkillers.  But tonight? I am dancing* to the dulcet tones of Matt Dillon in Drugstore Cowboy.

Why am I dancing to a movie?  A movie about junkies who rob drugstores in Portland? Probably because I am hopped to the gills on pain medicine for a one-spoon-10-on-the-pain-scale-left-work-early-because-I-couldn't-walk day.  Hey, at least it is my Friday since tomorrow is the company picnic mini-golf outing.

Yeah, I really do not understand this post either...

*Dancing being lying on the couch full of drugs bouncing my head to the dialog.

Setting Goals

I was part of an interesting meeting yesterday.  Our office has a group working support style on fitness and health and my boss led a goal-setting workshop for us.  It was good to get some concrete ways to change the mindset to make getting fit, or doing anything else for oneself, an achievable goal.

Listening to how to take the steps to define the goal SMART-ly, asking myself why I want to achieve the goal, and the visualization of actually achieving it made it seem like something I can do.

I spent last night coming up with a few goals and decided on two that I am really going to focus on. They are private goals for now but I will begin to share them more as I start to see progress.

Another goal I am working on is posting something here everyday.  We will see how that one goes.

Uh, yeah. Here I am.

After an extended sabbatical, in which I questioned just about everything in my life, I have decided to rejoin the world again in more ways than one.

So I will be back and posting on a regular basis with a new design, a new focus and hopefully some humor.  Until then.

Starting over and second chances

Life sucks sometimes.  This weekend was no exception.  From one of my sister's dogs having to be put to sleep, to my mom's health still not much better, to a $300 red light camera ticket, I had a bad weekend.

In the midst of all of this, the more I thought about it, the more I relaized I need to write more and expunge all this stuff.  So, as soon as my eyes heal enough (LASIK again this afternoon), karmaville will have a new look, frequent updates, and perhaps a photoblog.  Certainly by this weekend.

Stay tuned.

Words I wish I could express.

A letter to Andrew Sullivan from a reader says lots of things I have been thinking.

There are people tonight who are going to sleep on overpasses for the fourth straight night. There are prisoners who will do the same. There are people dying at a convention center because no one will tell them that no one is coming for them, and the National Guard is protecting the kitchens. There are police officers who are turning in their badges because they've lost everything, have no guidance, and don't want to be shot by a looter.

There are people tonight inside a concrete domed stadium with holes in the roof and no air conditioning who were told the buses are coming today, and they might, or they might not. There is no food. There is no water. There are bodies floating through the neighborhoods.

In the UNITED STATES.

Some people say that you can't hold the President responsible for this. Oh, yes you can. Because when he looked over at John Ashcroft after the jets hit the towers and said, "I want you to make sure this never happens again," it was not meant to be specific to "no more planes hitting large buildings on the East Coast, right, boss." It was meant that no American should have to run for his life through an American city. While Americans may perish in a senseless, unforeseen disaster, we'd save the ones we could.

And the Cabinet appointees were mushwits and he could barely speak a complete sentence and we're sending people overseas for God knows how long to help people who are indifferent at worst and hostile at best, but they were going to protect us. In 2004, that's all a lot of us needed. Well right now, it's obvious that they can't.
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Read the whole thing.