Sunday

Playing with Text on this fine Sunday afternoon

Text makes a difference. 


vs


Yeah, she is, and she said she'd read my blog if her name was on it so BAM. Anyway, I like the second version much better. The first font is the font on my website which I had a mad love affair with for like 18 minutes one time (I mean the g's! And the y's! so alt and whimsical!) and I have regretted my torrid association with ever since. But alas changes to website cost money, and I no wanna pay. 
So, 
truth. 

Saturday

I've been in Cali and then there was a tsunami and I was busy wallowing.

Which is why I didn't post. So now I post. California is a lovely place filled with magic and lemons and sunshine and great friends and I really wanted to get home and then I finally did get home, very late, after a long, dull day at Salt Lake City airport and also? Scott Walker is a complete douchebag and Scott Walker + tsunami = time to cry. 


I want to help but I have no idea how and I have this issue with philanthropic efficacy, or in other words: does clicking on the link at the top of yahoo home page and donating $50 actually do anything, or does it go the CEO of some company who likes to tell people that they are out there doing good work? I mean, CEO's gotta eat too, but I find myself wishing for non-profits with complete transparency, or at least more transparency, and a way to feel like I'm actually helping rather than just chucking money at something with no idea where it's going.


Would love some thoughts here, as I think with the increase (or what feels like increase) of natural disasters we shall be encountering an even greater need.

Wednesday

Conversations with myself at 3am.

Brain: HIIIIIII!!!! HOW ARE YOU? WHAT'S GOING ON? HELLO!!WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

me: um. sleeping? Wait, is this a trick question?

Brains: LET'S TOTALLY THINK ABOUT SOMETHING!! AND LET'S THINK ABOUT IT OVER AND OVER SO THAT IT STARTS TO FEEL REALLY, REALLY IMPORTANT, EVEN THOUGH ALL WE'RE THINKING ABOUT IS TAKING OUT THE RECYCLING!!!

me: oh crap I don't know when we're supposed to take out the recycling. Is it tomorrow? We missed last month and now there are so many bottles that I think we'll need a separate bin and the neighbors are totally going to judge us. wait. stop it. I was sleeping.

Brains: HAHAHAHA NO YOU DON'T!!! OOH WHAT WAS THAT? WAS THAT PAIN IN YOUR CHEST? YOU MUST BE DYING! IT'S PROBABLY CANCER AND HEART DISEASE AND TUBERCULOSIS!!! OMG WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE, WITH DEATH AND PAIN AND MISERY AND BAD HEALTH CARE!

me: ok now I'm just depressed and should probably make an appointment with a doctor to make sure I don't have angina or whatever it is that makes me ouchy sometimes which is probably nothing but hypochondria, but now I'm worried.

Brains: THERE ARE NO GOOD DOCTORS IN MONTANA!!! NOT A SINGLE ONE, EVEN THOUGH WE'VE ONLY EVER GONE TO ONE AND THAT IS NOT A GOOD REPRESENTATION OF AN ENTIRE STATE. REMEMBER WHEN SHE WAS ALL UP IN YOUR GIRLY BITS AND WAS TELLING YOU HOW SHE AND HER PARTNER WERE ABOUT TO HAVE A BABY? AND THEN IN THE SAME BREATH TOLD YOU THAT SHE WAS GOING ON SABBATICAL BY HERSELF TO NEPAL? FOR LIKE A YEAR?? WASN'T THAT THE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD?????

me: yes, yes it was. can we talk about something else?

Brains: I WIN!!!! YOUR EYES ARE OPEN!!! LET'S TALK ABOUT WEDDING PLANNING!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA