9.17.2012

there is deep wisdom within our very flesh, if we can only come to our senses and feel it

    I've been away for a while, emotionally and spiritually if not literally. Several times, I sat down to write but realized that I was either too empty or too full to get anything down. That seemed to mean that I had more internal work to do before I could move on to anything external.
    I'm back now.

September 2: lucubration
...is a good way to describe, at least in part, the process I've been undergoing in the past couple of weeks.
September 3: Xanadu
...will never, at least in my mind, be completely separated from Olivia Newton-John.
September 4: echelon
I don't aspire to the top echelon of anything, really--I prefer a more quiet life in peaceful obscurity.

    Had a couple of good conversations today, the sort that go a long way toward screwing my head back on straight when it's a little too soft and fuzzy. One was not too surprising, given that it was with someone with whom I communicate regularly in so many ways that even when I'm barely conscious, I've probably peeped, poked, commented, liked, or emailed her somehow. The other was surprising only in a good way. He has an amazing talent for popping up out of the blue, just at the right time, asking the right questions or making the right statement, so that I'll rethink what's seemed clear before. He knows the right way to joust with me. Thank God.

September 5: thew
It seems disrespectful not to admire the well-developed thew on the guy right outside the office window.
September 6: gainsay
I'll not gainsay her in public, but neither will I open my mouth on behalf of a cause with which I cannot agree.
September 7: valetudinarian
My BFF's colleague is a valetudinarian, which is either the pinnacle of all her hopes and dreams or the embodiment of her worst fears.

    My neighbors just got a puppy. They're being really good about keeping it quiet, which is great. The bad thing? The ridiculous, riot-like, rocking parties that they're having, four or five nights a week. Holy crap, living here is JUST like living downtown, only worse because there are so many more units packed together. And these morons seem to feel entitled to do whatever the Hell they want because we're all paying through the nose to live here.

September 8: chaussure
It now seems obvious that an entire season will pass without appropriate chaussures.
September 9: proscribe
I would not outright proscribe the use of perfume in an office setting, but neither would I suggest that to wear it is a friendly thing to do.
September 10: marmoreal
When she said those things about my friend, she found out first-hand how marmoreal my affect could be.

    I finally got a new phone. Or, I ordered one, and it'll be here in a couple of weeks. Mine has completely given up on the idea of taking calls. Not that I mind. I guess the new one will be able to do just about anything I could want, and probably about half a billion things I don't want. Setting it up should be interesting. I seriously hope that the Mumbler has some time free that week. And I apologize in advance for chubby-cheek calling (and/or hanging up on) anyone in my contacts list.

September 11: ripsnorter
The unintended double-entendre of his username made his dating profile a ripsnorter.
September 12: behemoth
The task ahead of us--checking those files, line by line--is behemoth and deadly dull.
September 13: persiflage
The supervisors engaged in persiflage while their minions worked steadily, all the while envisioning their untimely exits.

    Those ridiculous teenage boy fantasies about sleepover parties aside, girls and women never have pillow-fights and/or lounge around having conversations while scantily dressed. It just doesn't happen. By the same token, NO women that I've ever known, under any circumstances, would put the kind of time and effort into minute and gross discussions of their digestive trials and tribulations as those Activia yogurt ads would lead one to believe. It just doesn't happen. Those ads have become obnoxious in their ubiquity. Everywhere I turn, I see Jamie Lee Curtis' face, shilling proactive yogurt. This isn't a sign that the stuff does what it's supposed to do; it's a sign that J.L.C. didn't adequately prepare for retirement! And anyway, the stuff tastes completely revolting. (Yes, I've actually tried it.) It has some sort of "guarantee", wherein you try and if it fails to reverse your fortunes, shine your shoes and wash your car, you can return the unused portion to the packager in Zimbabwe (or something similar) and get your money back. I wouldn't bother with that, but I seriously wish that, now that I've tried it and discovered that I wouldn't eat it again if I had to, I could somehow be exempt from all further advertising. Seems fair, doesn't it?

September 14: zeugma
I was called for jury duty--and destiny--and my life had suddenly become a terrific example of the literary device called 'zeugma.'
September 15: effulgence
If you think the effulgence of those diamonds is spectacular, you should try looking into his eyes.
September 16: brown study
All my life's a brown study, with shorter periods of action between.
September 17: kvell
It was good to hear him kvell about his job offer--it made me hopeful that something might open up for me someday soon.

    I seem to be turning into a weird little monk-ette in some ways, particularly in the way that I do more with my plants when I'm depressed. I've some pictures to share, probably tomorrow, of what's been happening lately. There are lots of new babies in the house. Anyone need a companion? I'm willing to adopt some of them out!

[the title quotation is by Elizabeth A. Behnke]

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