cell phones + public restrooms = not okay

There has got to be a way to stop this insanity.

You know what i'm talking about: People on their cell phones in public restrooms. What the hell?

Now, i don't know if this is a female-only phenomenon (guys?), but honestly, is the call that important that you can't take 2 minutes to pee sans ear piece chirping?

And again, i don't care what you do at home, that's everyone's choice, but in public?

And you may be thinking, "i don't see this really as a problem, christine. i don't know what public restrooms you frequent, but...." Well, you don't work where i work, 'cause where does this happen the most? for me, in the work bathroom. At least twice a week i'm popping-a-squat while someone is yakking on the phone.
Delightful.
i'm going to print signs & post them in the loos, i swear.

So ladies, please, hang-up the goddamn phone, please. Thank you.

Original? Or maybe not so much

So i have this fantastic pal who thinks i am way hipper than i actually am (i mean leaps&bounds here, people). He sends me fashionista gossip (i can barely pronounce most of the designer's names), updates to avant garde film fêtes and then the occasional piece of relatable, tangible news that is suited for moi. (and by no means, stop sending me these things! They seriously make me feel hip just to think that someone even imagines i get this stuff! in short, it is excellent for my ego.)

Okay, so i've set the tone? yes. So the other day i get this piece of fun in my inbox & immediately think, "oh, boy!" as in wonderment i connect to this winsome link.

And voilà i am--
i'm relating! i actually am relat--, oh, wait i'm relating too much. stop! stop readin', christine. Noooooooooooooo.

This site is amazing. it's a blog all on "stuff white people like" [click on that title now, if you missed the 'winsome link' clue earlier.] and it is dead-on, balls accurate-- to quote the only watchable Marisa Tomei film.

Outta the 87 or so items on this list, i can honestly say all but about a dozen or so of them do not apply to me. And when i got home tonight & i was thinking about The List & me & bloggin' about it, i started to feel a wee bit, well, okay a lotta bit, gulp, generic. Now i'm not a true child of the 80s (i wasn't double digits in that decade, really), i don't hate my parents & i didn't know what Duran Duran was until i was 14-15 years old (Ordinary World!). Most certainly not a generation Xer. i have always kinda thought of myself as different & unique. Which I am, no one can take that away from me! --but not for the reasons i sorta thought made me stand-behind that statement.

Now this is not a pity-party, no sir! But me, myself, the one i've worked hard on constantly, seems a bit run-o'-the-mill, weak-sauce, unoriginal.

BUT at the same, exact time I feel a-part of something. I know, mushy-ickyness, but seriously. I've always marveled at the amazing peeps i've surrounded myself with & soak in their cultures, lifestyles & histories and have been a tad envious. i've contented myself since i was a young kid that my traditions were familial, based within my close-knit, lovely fam, not time-honored customs with origins based on other continents.

But guess what? i've been deeply fooling myself; i've been part of something all along. Ding, ding, can we say denial?! Now this 'something' has certainly not always been great and definitely has a past & present that needs some major rectifying but hey, i'm white (aka self-dubbed american mutt), and there are bunches of us. And it took a smart, funny blog to make me realize the motivations for a lot of the things i do are rooted in my american heritage.

So on that note, i'm so moving to Canada.

Falling for the right type...or not

What does that even mean? i know we have control over our little universes, but when feelings & brain are at odds, what is a girl [or boy] to do?


I mean, i know my past boy-pals have been wrong for me. And yet there is this patteren where the outward packaging differs from each past example, yet underneath it all they have all been the same, and i've known from the start; not right for me.


So here is to breaking the patterns of bad decisions; time to make some NEW bad decisions. YES! Who is with me?


Right, mr. rice?


Or you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or waiting for


Coconut Skins ~

Oh, the moon~

i mean honestly. what is more reassuring then the moon?
And when it pulls the occasional neat trick of eclipsing, wow.

No wonder centuries upon centuries of people have praised, worshipped and written about this calming entity.

I sat on my back stoop tonight, and even in the hub-bub of la-la land (where there are usually more planes than visible stars) i watched her full, baleful eye wax and wane as she slowly waltzed with the earth's shadow.

All of us in different timezones, places (in the western hemisphere that is, see nasa if you want the sceintific scope) witnessed this awesome event; connecting us momentarily with a similar feeling of awe as we craned our necks to take note, as our most mindful guardian passed through the night sky.

Okay, enough waxing poetic, christine. Leave the moon to shakespeare, gosh


Midsummer Night's Dream - Act I, Scene I:
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night

Othello - Act V, Scene II:
It is the very err of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.

Winter's Tale - Act 1, Scene II:
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea to obey the moon

Julius Caeser - Act IV, Scene III:
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

And my favorite:
King Lear - Act I, Scene II:
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,
when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit
of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our
disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as
if we were villains by necessity; fools by
heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and
treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,
by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion
of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of a star!