Time for Your Examination

I've started posting on examiner.com. I am, quite officially, the "Hartford Vegetarian Examiner". I am still murky-headed with a cold, and therefore cannot think - let alone write - properly, but I wanted to advise you of this latest venture of sorts.

Examiner Articles.

Now, if you love meat and find vegetarianism offensive, I won't be upset if you don't click.

However, you would if you really loved me. Waah.

The Steadfast Circle of Addiction

I’ve barely the motivation to sit up straight, let alone write, today. One of those weird sore throats began last night – you know the kind: that comes out of nowhere, without any accompanying symptoms. And then later, the symptoms do arrive, but yet you’re not really sick. Or are you? Who knows. It will remain a mystery until the whole ordeal is complete and you can review it in retrospect.

But back to the problem of this laziness. It lends itself to long, hedonistic breaks, and I inevitably fall victim to my addictions. At all times, my brain insists on obsessively watching/listening/reading something. Additionally, the obsession is something I’m frightfully embarrassed by in the end. So perhaps it is of shame that I am addicted. Regardless, as of late I’ve been watching Jake and Amir nonstop. To what I can attribute my obsession, I’ve no idea.

This happens to be where I’m currently compelled.

Why do I love this particular video so much? Is it the weird but believable lines delivered by Pat Cassels, the charismatic quality of Jake Hurwitz, or the ironic, quirky caricature that *is* Amir Blumenfeld? Maybe it’s the brief cameo by Sarah Schneider. Perhaps it’s simply my love of cookies that brings me back. We may never know.

Either way, it’s really messing with my productivity.

FYI Zillion = "a lot"

I'm starting over for the zillionth time, much like the zillion thoughts that echo in my head on a daily basis. First I invite them, then I shun them - over and over. I feel as though I have a constant ebb and flow of a greedy desire for negativity, then a forced switch to positivity.

I've been reading some really fantastic blogs lately. I enjoy them so much. Some people can write prose amazingly well. I wonder if they toil over each word, or if it just falls out as if dictated to them from a higher power. Some of these folks (I've been using the word "folks" like crazy lately and I'm starting to like it), are impressively hard workers and highly inspiring.

On the Absolute Write forum (a place that frequently makes me want to pull my hair out, but an invaluable resource nonetheless), a woman posted the sufi quote, "That which you seek, is seeking you." I'm sure I've heard it (I'll just say it-) a zillion times before, as I believe the sufis also coined, "When the student is ready the teacher will appear," but for some reason it suddenly resonated clearly with me. I've always believed people are the cause of their current states of being, but by now this belief is almost palpable. I can almost touch the strings I've been pulling myself up (and down) with.

I wish I could cleanse my brain as easy as it easy to erase a blog and start fresh. When did everything get so murky?

The writing I most enjoyed working on this week was some schmaltzy poems for greeting cards. That really kind of says it all, I think.

Under Construction

Please stand by.

Currently undergoing personal metamorphosis.

Thank you for your patience in this matter.