Archive for July, 2000

July 30, 2000 - How Work Makes Me Feel, In Three Words

Sunday, July 30th, 2000
Sunday, July 30, 2000
11:45 PM

mi tatli bijri

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Tuesday, July 25th, 2000

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Wednesday, July 12th, 2000
Wednesday, July 12, 2000
9:00 AM

Hate Faith. Love Reason.

July 10, 2000 - Only Two People Separate Me From Tootie!

Monday, July 10th, 2000
Monday, July 10, 2000
10:30 AM

[Image: A very young Kim Fields]There are only three degrees of separation between Tootie and I! Yeah, her! Word has it that she no longer dons them braces. But she’s still tiny as ever, God bless her. I wonder whatever happened to Natalieshe was such a cow.

12:25 PM

I want to cry??? life is so beautiful.

2:50 PM

Okay, something real crazy is going on??? is it good? is it bad? I have no freaking clue??? so, I’m just going to brace myself here. Oh boy???

July 8, 2000 - She is my Iris and I am her Pupil

Saturday, July 8th, 2000
Saturday, July 8, 2000
6:15 AM

The iris (the coloured part of your eyes) is a very interesting muscle. Yes, that’s what it isa muscle. The heart is a muscle too, by the way. If one’s eyes (pupils, rather) are the windows to their soul, then the iris serves as a window frame. And it comes in a limited, but still spectacular, rainbow of various hues. Sure, most are brown and that sort of makes it uninteresting, but the brown of one’s eye is like the green of a leaf from a tree. In both cases, there’s actually another, underlying colour. In the end, though, colour doesn’t really matter. What does really matter is whether or not your irises are letting in just the right amount of light. If it shrinks the pupil too much, darkness falls. If they contract so as to make more of your eyes almost completely black, you’re not likely to see well unless you have to absorb every particle of light you can recieve in order to see anything at all. So, what does this all mean? I don’t know. I meant to write something more poetic. It’s a rich metaphor, but I guess introducing the concept as a muscle sort of took some of the romance out of it. Again, I don’t know.

Image: an Iris (flower)All along I’ve been revering the Greek goddess, Eris, but I may be deprived of eating Skittles. I should taste the rainbow. Ire is an ugly thing to feel about anything. I resisted that kind of thing before. But now I’m uncertain. I wrestled with all the relevant issues and I just can’t come to a one-man concensus. What do you do when you find someone to be irrisistable, but they just see you as irresponsible or otherwise undesirable? And what does this all have to do with eye muscles or whatever? What, indeed. I rest my case.

Okay, so I made no sense. Sue me.