Tuesday, May 29, 2007

paging dr. freud...

i've never bought into dream interpretations, mostly because i think it's a load of crap & that one can relate any "deep" meaning to whatever dreams you may have.

for example, if i dreamt that i was in school & forgot to write that big paper that was due that day, some might say that it meant that i was in actually a serial killer with a tendency towards poking college-aged persons to death by way of paper cuts.


i would like to retract my former disbelieve, but only momentarily, so that the dream i had last night may be interpreted, because i'm convinced there's some deep & weirdly psychologically meaning behind it.

set up: jessica, matt, & i were in my childhood home "playing" with a mr. potato head
time of day: late afternoon
action: i picked up the mr. potato head and turned it on, like it was a teddy ruxpin or something. and it started talking/moving around. i remember it's head kind of doing an exorcist thing. and then it stopped suddenly. so i turned it back on and it started to display the same oddly robotic features as before, then stopped suddenly again. it then started smoking & shaking. and, as always in dreams, this is immediately understood by the observers. this mr. potato head was built with a self-destructive device that causes it to spontaneously combust when it doesn't work anymore.

of course.

so i put it down on the floor, and the 3 of us watched it combust. bits of the mr. potato head were flying everywhere & then dissolving in a fairly isolated area right around where i sat it down. it was continually smoking & felt very hot as i got near it (i attribute this aspect of this dream to the fact that i was hot whilst trying to sleep, but so engrossed apparently in this awesome dream that i wasn't waking up to do something about it). then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. the smoke vanished, and all that was left of the former mr. potato head was a battery pack that looked like a couple of sticks of dynamite with wires coming out either end & two of those little fans normally found inside computers to keep them cool.

and this was all quite normal to us.

so what does this mean? am i still a serial killer? am i holding onto something? am i going to die in a freak circus accident? please, somebody help me!

Monday, May 21, 2007

i've had the time of my life...until now

my best friend of 12-ish years & i have toyed with the idea of doing some collaborative writing. she has an english degree & is off in chicago now writing weekly, soap opera-y plays for a theater and i...have a degree in anthropology...and i blog...

i know, i know. i'm comparatively so much more of a loser than her, but, still, i enjoy writing, and that's really half the battle, am i right?

we've had dreams of traveling the globe together as an anthropologist & her ghost writer, a well-seasoned dramatist & her lackey, or two dorks who have nothing else to do with their degrees. alas, we're far from those dreams. however, as we've been talking via google chat daily for a while now, we've come to the conclusion that we're funny. and inventive. and collaborate rather well together. so, we've come up with a solution...our very own nerdy blog: a collection of what the heck we end up talking about throughout our work days, good or bad, peaceful or violent, creative or lame...it's all on display now...

Big Dreams & College Degrees

so stop on by & enjoy our rants. we think we're funny.

Monday, May 14, 2007

adventures in catalogs

because of my impeccable "grace," it is a rare thing indeed to experience those picture-esque, movie moments. i've never been standing on a train with my "crush" enjoying a charming yet inconspicuous conversation when the train stops suddenly and causes me to lose my balance, and I gracefully fall backwards into his arms, our eyes meeting as he catches me.

nope. not that kind of girl. i would have lost my balance, teetered for half a second, and fallen on my face, probably landing in some unidentified liquid form somebody spilled earlier in the day, and my "crush" would have just stood there staring at me with a look that said, "i can't believe i got on the train with her," and the rest of the train ride would be passed in silence as i tried wiping the liquidy substance from my face/hair with my sweater. hot.

but by some act of congress, i had a classifiable "moment" on saturday. observe...

matt & i were riding a waverunner around utah lake on saturday, and when we "parked" the waverunner on the "shore" of the lake, we had to walk back to the other "dock" along very rocky ground to join the rest of the group. matt had flip flops on. i did not. i attempted to walk carefully along the treacherous path, when matt swooped me up into his arms in a gentlemanly fashion. however, as skin-rubbing-against-skin contact isn't the most comfortable way to experience such a gesture, he put me down, and i proceeded to jump onto his back, and we strolled along the "beach," my arms around his neck, his arms supporting my legs, both smiling in the warm afternoon sun, boats & jet skis racing by. it was then that matt remarked that we looked like we belonged in an abercrombie & fitch catalog.

a moment. something you would see in a movie that took place in the northeast somewhere, or a picture you would see in a j.crew catalog. for 1 glorious minute, i achieved a sort of grace only seen in fictitiously filmed set-ups and air-brush-quality pictures of happy & classy people who can afford to boat every weekend in the hamptons and pay $150 for a pair of shorts.

and now, back to my falling-down, unphotographable, $10-pair-of-shoes life.

Monday, May 07, 2007


all i got is pain in my lower leg, a hole in my median cubital vein, and a new hair cut.

i'll let you know if anything else exciting happens...