Thursday, August 26, 2010

A frightening grief

It's 2:00am as I start to write this sentence.  I haven't been to sleep, though I've been in my bed for hours.  My brain is running at a breakneck pace through scenarios, future events, past tragedies, and the events of the day.

It's a lot of thought to devote to something that doesn't really have anything to do with me.  But death tends to caress everyone it passes and send them gently spiraling in their own eddies of self-examination.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

North to South, or West to West?

Let's talk about Gibson.  He's an acquaintance of mine from way back, and he's a genuinely decent human being.  I don't think he's malicious or cruel, and he spends a lot of his time trying to make sure that everyone gets talked to at a party.  He's a good guy who can be relied upon to volunteer to help friends pack house in terrible summer heat because he wants to be nice. 

Gibson really likes NASCAR.  He is amazing in the depths of his fan-ness.  So much so that the scale of his devotion makes you take a step back and regard his efforts with a surprising affability.  Rather as though your neighbor just ate his own weight in grape jam to prove himself to a radio show host.  Regardless of whether or not you approve of potentially harmful stunts or shock-jocks using people for their own ends, there is one thing you can say: that's an amazing amount of jam.  And that sort of consumption deserves to be... I think "lauded" is the wrong word.  "Noticed and studied" is more apt.

Still, it's a significant occurrence -- that cannot be denied.  And Gibson's enthusiasm for NASCAR is something that makes you say "wow, that sure is something."  By any method of measuring the thought-time consumed by a certain subject, Gibson and NASCAR set the par.

[At this juncture, I should step in briefly to state that Gibson's name isn't Gibson.  Also, Not-Gibson doesn't have NASCAR as a favorite activity.  I used it because it's something that's known to many people, but only excessively followed by a few.  It also has enough of a social stigma to mimic the environment surrounding the real activities of Not-Gibson.]

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Do Brangelinas Dream of Purple Jeggings?

Massive apologies to the memory of Philip K. Dick for the title.

There was a Yahoo news story today about the rise of "jeggings", which is apparently a cross between women's jeans and stretch-leggings.  Leggings always remind me of those unaware 80's films like "Weird Science" where women wear leggings and it was supposed to be sexy at the time.  It always looks horrendously dated to me (which probably has something to do with me not being old enough to care about women in movies when the 80's was happening), but I'm not on the cutting edge of fashion.  Perhaps the 80's are back.

Sunday, August 08, 2010

It may not be the heat...

I've noticed a lack of noticing sport motorcyclists tearing up and down my street in the dead of night.  They've been common in other summers, but not so much this one.  I attributed it to the heat, but if I'd actually thought about it, I'd realize that's silly -- it's always cooler when they ride.

Today, the local ABC affiliate has a possibly related headline:

Sports Motorcycle Thefts Surge

Hmm, so THAT'S why it's quiet....

Is my life a one-hour TV episode written by God?

This week, California's Proposition 8 was overturned by the federal circuit judge.  I'm not any kind of legal scholar, but my understanding is that the judge basically ruled that with regards to marriage, the "all people get equal protection under the law" provision of the Constitution trumps the abilities of even a voting majority.  In effect, the government should be "faith neutral" when considering civil marriages. 

It's intimidating to think of the volume of words being written about this decision across America.  This entry isn't an examination of society or values or rights of marriage.  It's about a couple of Mormons I know.  Proposition 8 is irrevocably linked with the Church of Latter-Day Saints, owing to the tremendous amount of money contributed by church members to its passage (estimated between 50% and 75% of all contributions).

But this entry, like so many others, is really about sex.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Girl, Uninterrupted

I went to dinner with a woman earlier this week.  I took a bit of ribbing for it at work, mostly because she called the shop after I accidentally answered my cell phone with my thigh the first time she called.  I was briefly teased about the "hot date", which may very well have something to do with why I don't bring that sort of thing up normally.  In this case, I didn't bring it up but I did answer some questions in the presence of workers who guessed what was happening based on my side of the conversation.

The two of us had a nice dinner, before which I did something extraordinary: I turned all the notifications on my phone to "silent".

She didn't say anything about that specifically, but the two of us did enjoy a great meal and serious conversation for two hours, which must have meant her phone was also silent.  I did receive a text message during that time, but had no idea.  It was work-related, but not critical.  I left the ringer on, so that if something terrible HAD happened, people would have been able to get in touch with me.

I know, for example, that if my mother were to fall down a well, she'd call -- she wouldn't bother to send texts or email.  Of course, my mom doesn't live near a well, nor does she have a cell phone, so this the greatest hypothetical situation I think I've ever conjured up.

Sunday, August 01, 2010

The Mercurial Sacred Cow

Consider Bethany.  There is no situation that Bethany cannot attempt to laugh at.  I don't mean that in the sense of trying to keep a stiff upper lip in the tides of adversity.  Rather that she has no qualms making fun of anything and everything.

She is so adept that she more-than-frequently puts propriety and "good sense" on a shelf before speaking.  I've heard her make fun of the handicapped, the mentally behind, the recently dead, rape, and other hilarious topics.  She doesn't seem to do it out of real malice, I think.  Instead, she seems to want people to pay attention to her, and the best way to accomplish that is to say something that will get everyone to pay attention to you.

Like joking about someone's parents dying.  Is funny, no?