Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Don't You Forget About Me

I was in Pennsylvania this past weekend for Thanksgiving. I usually spend all the time with the sobrinos and their parents, but I happen to quite like spending time with Ace and Bette (Bace? Abet?), so I made plans for them to pick me up on Sunday at noon and then we would do some shopping I wanted to do at the mall, and they would drop me off at the four o'clock bus.

While driving in the car, innocently making chit chat, I said something like, "I really need to get around to getting some make up. And someone to tell me what make up to get. And someone to put it on me." And Bette turns to me in total seriousness and says, "You're going to miss your bus." Since the bus wasn't leaving for the and a half hours, this confused me, but it shouldn't have.

Dr. Who has Whovians, Firefly has Browncoats. If make-up had a name for its uberfans, Bette would be one. An example, if you'll oblige me. After the shopping I'd set out to do, and lunch, we went to Sephora, which has what I've always felt to be an anxiety-producing number of options. We go up to the place where women are doing make overs (or whatever the soft sell version of that is) and Bette says to me, referring to the woman whose chair I'm about to sit in, "Oh, she's really good; she used to work at the Chanel counter." Did Bette know this because she was friends with this stylist? No, she just recognized her. /And the stylist recognized her back./

Anyway, we spent as much time as we had left there and there is talk of things for the eyes and the lips and the lids and brushes and day-to-night and smudging and smokey and whatnot and in the end, I look exactly the same, except much better.

Now l don't know how long I'll keep up with the make-up routine. The make over lady seemed to think I would fall in love with all things make-up and never go back, but I know better. I've been here before. No matter. For now, I kind of feel like Ally Sheedy at the end of The Breakfast club, when her character turns from goth moppet to regular girl with a headband and judicious application of mascara.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

I Am Totally Judging You

I was on the phone with a friend of mine the other day; she'd called for some advice. At the end of the call, she said, "Thank you so much. I wouldn't have called, but you're the only person I can talk to about this who won't judge me." What I wanted to say - but didn't! - was, "I'm totally judging you."

I'm actually very judgemental. The difference between me and most other people is that I don't usually judge people and find them wanting. I judge them and find them human. Not always. Sometime I judge them to be a [supply your own NSFW words here]. But I like people. I find them interesting.

Friday, November 07, 2014

Thought Experiment: Superpower T-1 #Gedankenexperiment

Imagine, if you will, that you develop a superpower as a child. The superpower is as follows: when you say a certain set of words, or phrase, the person you are with will leave. S/he won't disappear into a cornfield or anything, s/he would just get up and leave and stay away for a certain minimum amount of time. Say, an hour. After that time, he or she can come back, but doesn't have to. For example, if you say the thing that makes the postman leave, he probably isn't going to come back until the next day (we always had a male postal worker).

Sounds pretty cool. Some bully is bothering you, say the magic words, and BOOM, he has the unrelenting desire to get away from you. A thief tries to mug you? Ha! You've a trick up your sleeve indeed.

Now, here is the wrinkle (because nothing is ever easy): You don't know what the magic words are. They change. So you might be talking to your best friend, and you say a phrase and for what seems like no reason at all, that friend gets up and leaves. And if you know kids, this seems to happen a lot anyways.

So here is the thought experiment: How long is it before you stop talking?

Sunday, October 12, 2014

I Missed Yom KIppur

I didn't go to services this year; I was in the hospital. Then, when I was out if the hospital, I still wasn't well enough to go to work and I've yet to see a live sukkah.

It's not heart attack serious, but it looks like I'm moving into a new phase of the Crohns. A much worse phase. I'll try going to work tomorrow after my dr appointment. There is so much to do and not enough people to do it. I'm needed there.

Thursday, May 08, 2014

Dune

I loosely belong to three book clubs although there is one that I have only been to once.

Anyway, yesterday, I picked up (that is, e-sent to my Kindle) the science fiction classic Dune. There was enough time for me to actually buy a used version and have it sent to me, but it is over 800 pages long and I just don't have that kind of room.

In other news, I went to the gym yesterday for the first time in months and months. Now my legs hurt.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

#TrulyRadiant?

My mission, which I chose to accept, is to try out Arm & Hammer's Truly Radiant toothpaste along with their Truly Radiant deep clean Spinbrush. I got both for free through Smiley360 and I should have a radiant (more radiant?) smile in just five days. I will let you know how it goes.


Monday, March 24, 2014

Better Living Through Enemies

As a general rule, the more connections you have to people, the healthier you are. There's scientific evidence somewhere that I can go find if you really want me to, but this is just a quick note so nothing fancy.

Anyway, they alway mean friends, but I have found something else. Another way. Yes.

There is a person at work. My arch nemesis. I just have the one, so it makes her arch. Anyway, I rarely see her, but when I do, it's usually in the elevator.

From now on, I shall take the stairs.

Voila!

Friday, February 21, 2014

You Might Be An Organ Donor, But Are You an ALL Organ Donor?

I was quite surprised to find out that even if you are an organ donor, they won't take your brain. Even if you've checked the box off on your driver's license. In fact, there isn't currently even a central repository to make your wishes known. However, you can at least let Harvard Medical know. Fill out form here: http://www.brainbank.mclean.org/register.htm. FORM

I recommend this article. Brains. Brains!