Oh hai.
feel the onus
onus Listen to the pronunciation of onus
Pronunciation:
\ˈō-nəs\
Function:
noun
Date:
circa 1640
1[Latin — more at onerous] a: burden b: a disagreeable necessity : obligation c: blame d: stigma2[New Latin onus (probandi), literally, burden of proving] : burden of proof
…….feel it. feel the onus.
Snap!
Yesterday I broke the tether!
I needed to get away. I needed to wash myself of the muck and grime from the past 2 weeks. Spending the day at one of my magical places was just what the doctor ordered!
So this magical place. This place is one of my “places I’d rather be right now”. The particular spot I like to frequent consists of crystal clear water, crawfish, wildlife, bubbling brooks, shade, texas wild rice that tickles your feet, and…..beautiful.
Now THAT will clear your mind for awhile. Oh and here’s a tip: Go to the Triple Crown afterwards for a nice cold beverage and some good tunes. That’s definitely the best place for a nice evening drunk.
Back to work!
All the human things…..
We are constantly tethered to some safety line. There is always a lantern, or a map, or a screen, or a cell phone. These things guarantee that whatever experience we’re having is just an attempt at connecting to something foreign and old, that it’s not real, no matter how real it looks. We’ve sketched out a new world over the old, and they are in two separate universes; the old is lost despite the remnants of it we see everyday. If properly prepared, one could live entire decades indoors, in a world of their own creation.
In other news……
I’ve decided to embark on a mission. This said mission is to watch every Buffy episode thus far. To all you naysayers, I’ve watched the first 2 episodes and I’m already in love. It was a competition between Buffy and Battlestar Galactica. Buffy won. I love me some vampires and witchy woo!
Buffyism for season 1, episode 1: “Sieze the day because tomorrow you might be dead”
Buffyism for season 1, episode 2: “Live in the now, OK? You look like DeBarge”
Oh and has anyone ever heard of Bovril? Apparently it’s a beef tea, an extract of beef usually given to people who are ill. I’m going to go ahead and safely say I will never try this. Ever.
Hooray for working from home today. It restores some life in me :)
Ye Olde
I’ve never met someone with an olde soul I didn’t like.
I’m going to spell olde like this because:
a) It’s aesthetically pleasing to my eyeball
b) Makes that much more of a statement
It’s not so much that I like 80 year olde men/women (I do, they are never boring) it’s just that I like people my age that have this extended view about life. They like to wear tweed and read a crumply olde book on a crumply olde porch. They like to drink scotch straight-up. They don’t mess around. Hell! They’ve lived 80 years and know that messin’ around is just downright crazy! Or at least they feel like they’ve lived 80 years. I just LIKE this.
I feel like sometimes I dress like an olde bag lady and that is OK with me. I’ve been told I smell like someone’s grandma. Awesome.
I guess secretly I aspire to smell like a grandma that still has that essential oil and dried flower aroma to her. I don’t know………I just don’t want to smell like I just pooped myself.
Water sports…..heh
So I’m rowing now, which is totally awesome. Usually my word usage is somewhat out of context and exaggerated, but not this time! I love this grand, new sport! I’ve been rowing at the ungodly hour of 6:30 in the morning which is, to say the least, a little heinous. I know this because my cat meows “fuck you” when I turn the alarm off.
Oh hai. That was the first use of the word ‘fuck’ in my blag. Hooray! Sensitive listeners beware.
So yeah “fuck you”, he says! So yes…..this is way too early. It’s nice, though, when I get out to the rowing dock. There is always a nice cool breeze coming off the water that somehow magically wakes me up. The unfathomably hot ass sun hasn’t quite started to kill spirits yet.
Being out there actually suffices for my lack of a television. It’s the nature channel x 1,000! Huge Bass are constantly jumping out of the water and there are geese. Angry geese could possibly be more scary than say, water snakes or alligator gar. Not even kidding.
So this is my new hobby. Fjord only knows what it will be next month, but for now I’m pretty excited. I want to build on this hobby thing. I want to stay busy for my own sanity. Being emotional and stagnant is never a winning combination.
spot on
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
