Is it a Marathon or a Sprint?

I can’t believe it is almost May, the fifth month of the year! Where is time going? I suppose it is true what the elderly say, “after 18 it is just a landslide into menopause.” Ok maybe an elderly woman would say that, or maybe she would not. I think I would die of a stroke if I actually were to hear an elderly woman say that.

Anyhow back to the topic. Time. Where is it going? I have been reflecting on the past a little bit lately and I am realizing that after I graduated from college time just started rapidly escaping me. How? Why? Who? What? Where it is going?! I feel like I am still 21 years old when in fact I am now 24. Where did those three years go? I want them back because they went too fast.

I really want time to slow down. I want to enjoy every single second of my life. I want to feel every moment of my life. I want to do things in my time and not feel pressured. I think we live in such a rushed society. “Hurry up grow up” “hurry up and finish college so you can start your nine to five”, “hurry up invest in the market”, “hurry up get married and have kids, get a dog and a mini van”!!! Society pushes us to move way too fast. I think that the Planet has actually started to spin faster to keep up with us and our internet super highways and Intel rapid processing chips.

What about the lollygaggers? I am a lollygagger. I just want things to roll on at a smooth/steady/slow to moderate pace. What is the point in rushing my life away it is already going too fast. Note: I don’t mind having to sprint to catch up on things in life because I was too unhurried. But I think the things that I will have to catch up on will be later in life… okay except my graduate application(s) to UT, UWS, UNM and GRE I will be sprinting on both of those, no doubt about it.

I do not think that our civilization, planet, or life style will ever slow down, in fact I speculate that it will just keep going faster and faster until it is spinning so out of control that we get off kilter and fly straight into the sun. So that more then likely will never happen. I guess if everything won’t slow then I will have to hurry to catch up. Let me put on my Wonder Woman t-shirt and New Balances and get out there at a moderate to rapid pace (my lollygagging self can comprise).

Drunk Crows and Stalking Foxiness

So I am currently obsessed with the song Catch Me Up by Gomez. I am not sure if it is the groovable musical styling’s (guitar, bass, keyboards), Ben Ottewell’s incredibly unique sexy voice, or if it is the hopelessly romantic lyrics.

What could be cuter then “I am but a fool for you, that's right”? Not a whole heck of a lot except possibly “You know I want to please you”. Shoot me over the moon!

This man’s voice is incredible, their musicianship is incredible, and their lyrics are incredible!

…Now on to the creativeness of the music video.

Not really too much of a love song is it? Or is it?

I really like how the song and the video disconnect. It is not a true disconnect in the sense that the Little Crow guy is pining after the Fox and the Fox is in return chasing him around so there is a bit of the cat and mouse, crushing, lovie dovie thing going on in there, which does make it somewhat of a love song video. But she eats him alive in the end! IS that what lust is all about? Is that what love songs are all about? Is that what love song videos are all about? Does it always eat you alive?

Deliberate on this: Does love eat you alive? That was my very first reaction upon viewing this cute cartoon. Is that the message that those UK boys were conveying? For some reason I think that is a lot more to it then that, at this point I am not ready to answer these obscure questions. I need to mull this one over for a while.

Moral of the Story and Tip of the Day: If you are a little crow guy and she is a sexy fox watch out, she might just eat you alive. Proceed with caution.

Wants? Needs? Why’s? Oye, the questions!

What is the world coming to?
Lesbian communities perk thy ears. Doctors can now make ‘sperm’ out of bone marrow. That means you and your partner do not need a donor and the infant will truly be a part of you both. Sexy!
I have to ponder. Why do we do these things?
In the words of Fiona Apple expressing her breaking of men’s hearts her reasons for doing so: just because she can
Are we a society that does things just because we can’?
Do we function as a society and civilization because we can or because we want to?
I am thinking because we can. We have enabled ourselves thus so far.
What happened to the want in life?
In the words of Eric Cartman: “I do what I want”
I want to love you because I can (see we don’t need to do away with can all together)
But then again how do we know what we really want?
I want a cookie. Is that really a want or a dire need?
Yes, a need, there I said it. Let me explain, I say need because we need the glucose to feed our brains so that we can breath and our hearts can pump and we can drive the few blocks to Flying Star to get that cookie that we need the glucose from. Interesting to think about, no?
So is life then just really about needs?
So, if it is all about needs then I question again: Why do we want?
The book I am reading “Stumbling on Happiness” that details why we want things, and how this wanting of things, and then the inevitable satisfaction of having these things doesn’t please use. He connects it all to the fact that we have Frontal lobe function which separates us from the chimps, snails and finches.. Our frontal lobes allow us the ability to constructively plan for possible future events and to put expectations of ourselves in the future right before our eyes (well actually right behind them, tee hee hee. Gosh! I am geek for neurology). Fascinating shit I tell you.
When I heard the title of this fine book I was a little scared that it was a self-help book because of the title. And boy! I am too young and awesome to read self-helps books, just yet. (Now that I cleared that up) bestestest book I have picked up in awhile.
Thanks for reading about my crazy thoughts.

My life is absolutely compelling!

I am very merry, merry happy right now.
Life is great.
Work is great.
Friends are great.
New Music is great; heck for that matter old music is great!

Voyeurism

Noah Kalina

Clever and wonderful display of human life progression.

Creation of Personality

Surveys are interesting. I think they can convey a lot about a persons personality. You can tell whether or not a person is flirty, clever, honest, sarcastic, overly sexual or just a plain asshole by their style and tone of their responses. I feel that these are all masks that people put on as a way to depersonalize themselves on the internet super highway of life. Or is it the internet super highway that is depersonalizing us? I think we all have a certain persona, and sometimes we cannot express that in real life. Real life is far too judgmental at times, especially if we are not yet comfortable with ourselves, or feel that everyone is just not comfortable with the real us. I suppose at times it may be easier to take on another personality. If I recall isn’t the conjuring of another personality often called disassociative identity disorder…hummm interesting.

I already know that I try to be really sarcastic in my surveys…but I try to be sarcastic in an honest way. I speak the truth, but I present it in a sarcastic way. Ponder what that means about my personality? I think it means that I have no problem with honesty, but I don’t want my honesty to make me look like a vulnerable fool. I think I add the element of sarcasm to my surveys to save my precious, precious ego. ::Interesting insight to Miss Murphy:: Now I am wondering if everyone who fills out surveys does the “safe ego” approach.

My suspicion is yes, the better majority of people do take on take some persona when it is survey time. I can say yes because I know quite a few goofs whose surveys I read very frequently and they are definitely not who they appear to be in the surveys. I also have one friend who answers them as though he were speaking directly to you. He is very blunt in person and very frank in his responses; he does not lay on the persona.

Overall, I find this to be a very interesting topic. Probably because we are talking about personalities! And I am a freak for personalities, especially atypical ones. Maybe I am just being over analytical, maybe people just have fun creating responses on surveys and this is not as highly interesting as I am currently finding it to be? Meh, who knows? I am not an expert.

Sexy thought of the day: Instead of asking someone “what is your sign” you should ask, “what is your survey persona”. So Sexy!

I am a farm gal at heart

Today I experienced something that I never thought I would experience. Are you ready to know what I experienced? Sure you are you wouldn’t still be reading if you weren’t. Today I gave CPR to a baby chicken. That is right folks, humanitarian Kat put her lips to the beak of a drown baby chick. One word: Sexy.

Now you are probably asking yourself several questions:

1. Are you up to date with your rabies shots?
2. Where did you find a baby chick?
3. How did the chick drown?

Megan my cousin and myself decided to head down to our Uncle Bert’s farm in the south valley to see all of the new babies that have popped out to greet the spring weather. We were sitting out with Uncle Bert when Megan noticed that one of the baby chickens that were pecking around had gone MIA. She asked, “Where is the other chick”? Bert responded he is probably drowning in the goat’s water trough. I stood up and walked over there with much trepidation about what I was about to see. Well low and behold there was the little fellow bobbing, lifelessly in the water trough. My first instinct was to scoop him up and start mouth to beak. WEIRD! I blew air into his little beak and then squeezed his little chest several times. At this point Uncle Bert was telling me to bring him over and was starting the car, while Megan was getting a towel from the house. Uncle Bert cranked the heater in the car, wrapped the little guy who now appeared to be shallowly breathing in the towel and placed him on the dash near the heater. He explained that chickens don’t really drown, they suffer rapid hypothermia that paralyses them and then they drown because they are no longer staying afloat from their fluttering, because duh they can no longer flutter. After several minutes in the car the little chick opened his eyes (and probably thought to himself “shit bitch what is this, hell?) We moved him from the car to a nice sunny patch on top of the grain cooker and there he stayed for the next twenty minutes. After twenty minutes he was completely dry and ready to join his mother and his sibling. He appeared to be just fine though he had just narrowly dodged death.

Megan and I named him Jesus "Gomez" Chrichick after all it is Palm Sunday.