So Much to do...
"Help me Jeebus." -Homer Simpson
That is how I feel right now. Just absolutely behind the gun and under water. When I get like, I like to do this yoga meditation that I learned on the two times I went to Yoga. Basically you lay on your back, turn everything in the room off -- no sound, no lights no nothing, just you and the floor and the quiet -- and you do like a 56 point inspection of your body. Starting with your head just trying to actively feel and be in the moment of those parts of your body you are concentrating on. When I do that and I am in this kind of overwhelmed, overworked space, I have a vision in my head of being under water, and seeing a life raft (from the airplane emergency pamphlets) but not being able to reach it. It is a really panic inspiring feeling. And so to counter it I am going to be doing work all day (today is Sunday) and I am going to be going out of my way to try and get about three things finished so that next week I will have a relative stressful -- albeit less stressful -- next week of work before my life caves in around me.
There, now that all that is out in the open.
When I was a kid (I might be dating myself a bit here) there was this ad campaign, if you could even call it that, that had a slogan that said, Real Men Don't Eat Quiche. I distinctly remember that because when I was six or seven the university in the town I grew up in hosted an attempt to break the world record for the largest group kiss. It sounds really perverse but it was really innocent, it was like 700 people all kissing their friends or family at the same time. It was pretty lame. There was a guy there, however, that had on this red shirt and it had that slogan on it.
Now at the time I happen to love Quiche, still do. Guess I am not a real man, but whatever. I never understood why a guy wouldn't eat a baked omelet in a piecrust. (I think I over thought the slogan.) But seriously, you eat omeletes right? If I called it an omelets pie would you shut up and enjoy the deliciousness of it.
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I think I might have lost the point... Oh... Yeah, so in an effort to stall and put things off to the last minute, something I excel at, I am making Quiche for myself to take to work. They are easy to make. I can fill them with whatever I want and then transport easily. What could be more Manly than that?
My friend Amy Guth does this thing on her blog called Mixed Up and it has this fancy title like if it was only socially acceptable to make a mix tape (or something). And it got me thinking that if I was going to make a tape today in my super-overwhelmed state what would be on it. So here it goes:
Mixed Up #1 (title/artist/album)
1. Love on a Farmboy's wages / XTC / Mummer
2. A New England / Billy Bragg / Life's A Riot With Spy Vs Spy
3. Big In Japan / Alphaville / Forever Young
4. The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song / The Flaming Lips / At War With The Mystics
5. The Fallen / Franz Ferdinand / You Could Have It So Much Better
6. Let Go / Frou Frou / Details
7. Panther Dash / The Go! Team / Thunder, Lightning, Strike
8. Life In One Day / Howard Jones / The Best Of Howard Jones
9. Chocolate / Snow Patrol / Final Straw
10. Bright Future In Sales / Fountains Of Wayne / Welcome Interstate Managers
11. Cuscutlan / Frente / Marvin the Album
12. Club Foot / Kasabian / Kasabian
13. Only The Strong / Midnight Oil / 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1
14. Sing Me Spanish Techno / The New Pornographers / Twin Cinema
15. Fidelity / Regina Spektor / Begin To Hope
So there it is, a real hodge-podge of songs, styles and artists. But right now my brain is pretty much shot.
So off to the wonderful world of spreadsheets, so long, adieu, to you and you and you.
For the record if I could sneak a 16th song on it would be O Valencia! by The Decemberists off of their new album The Crane Wife.
That is how I feel right now. Just absolutely behind the gun and under water. When I get like, I like to do this yoga meditation that I learned on the two times I went to Yoga. Basically you lay on your back, turn everything in the room off -- no sound, no lights no nothing, just you and the floor and the quiet -- and you do like a 56 point inspection of your body. Starting with your head just trying to actively feel and be in the moment of those parts of your body you are concentrating on. When I do that and I am in this kind of overwhelmed, overworked space, I have a vision in my head of being under water, and seeing a life raft (from the airplane emergency pamphlets) but not being able to reach it. It is a really panic inspiring feeling. And so to counter it I am going to be doing work all day (today is Sunday) and I am going to be going out of my way to try and get about three things finished so that next week I will have a relative stressful -- albeit less stressful -- next week of work before my life caves in around me.
There, now that all that is out in the open.
When I was a kid (I might be dating myself a bit here) there was this ad campaign, if you could even call it that, that had a slogan that said, Real Men Don't Eat Quiche. I distinctly remember that because when I was six or seven the university in the town I grew up in hosted an attempt to break the world record for the largest group kiss. It sounds really perverse but it was really innocent, it was like 700 people all kissing their friends or family at the same time. It was pretty lame. There was a guy there, however, that had on this red shirt and it had that slogan on it.
Now at the time I happen to love Quiche, still do. Guess I am not a real man, but whatever. I never understood why a guy wouldn't eat a baked omelet in a piecrust. (I think I over thought the slogan.) But seriously, you eat omeletes right? If I called it an omelets pie would you shut up and enjoy the deliciousness of it.
...
...
I think I might have lost the point... Oh... Yeah, so in an effort to stall and put things off to the last minute, something I excel at, I am making Quiche for myself to take to work. They are easy to make. I can fill them with whatever I want and then transport easily. What could be more Manly than that?
My friend Amy Guth does this thing on her blog called Mixed Up and it has this fancy title like if it was only socially acceptable to make a mix tape (or something). And it got me thinking that if I was going to make a tape today in my super-overwhelmed state what would be on it. So here it goes:
Mixed Up #1 (title/artist/album)
1. Love on a Farmboy's wages / XTC / Mummer
2. A New England / Billy Bragg / Life's A Riot With Spy Vs Spy
3. Big In Japan / Alphaville / Forever Young
4. The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song / The Flaming Lips / At War With The Mystics
5. The Fallen / Franz Ferdinand / You Could Have It So Much Better
6. Let Go / Frou Frou / Details
7. Panther Dash / The Go! Team / Thunder, Lightning, Strike
8. Life In One Day / Howard Jones / The Best Of Howard Jones
9. Chocolate / Snow Patrol / Final Straw
10. Bright Future In Sales / Fountains Of Wayne / Welcome Interstate Managers
11. Cuscutlan / Frente / Marvin the Album
12. Club Foot / Kasabian / Kasabian
13. Only The Strong / Midnight Oil / 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1
14. Sing Me Spanish Techno / The New Pornographers / Twin Cinema
15. Fidelity / Regina Spektor / Begin To Hope
So there it is, a real hodge-podge of songs, styles and artists. But right now my brain is pretty much shot.
So off to the wonderful world of spreadsheets, so long, adieu, to you and you and you.
For the record if I could sneak a 16th song on it would be O Valencia! by The Decemberists off of their new album The Crane Wife.
posted by V. at 1:35 PM
2 Comments:
I think there must be something w/ the lunar cycle cuz I have talked to so many people who are feeling the same way. I told someone this morning that I was going to work so I could recover from the busy weekend.
btw, my friend (who is also my boss) is a real man, a former marine (his wife told me there is no such thing as an EX-marine) eats quiche and his favorite color is pink. His nickname is pitbull. so, there ya go...nothing to that slogan.
I love the quiche as omelet pie analogy. However, I do think that suck things can be taken too far. Case in point.
When I was a kid, I was a very picky eater. I did not eat McDonalds hamburgers; I ate the meat and took the bun home to the dog, or actually to a friends dog, because I didn't have one. I wouldn't eat chocolate chip cookies because they were not plain enough for me. So, my dad always used to try to get me to eat something by using logic. For example, "You like cookies and you like chocolate, so you would like chocolate ship cookies." This did not work because I would take that logic and run with it, imagining that because I liked pickles and i liked peanut butter that that was the next mixup that I would be encouraged to eat. So just be aware that the omelet pie thing is one step on a slippery slope.
For the record, I now eat chocolate chip cookies, but not McDonald's hamburgers.
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