I've often said that people don't change
we are who we are -- and once we reach a certain age it's very dificult to change.
and yet -- I've seen someone kick a habit of a lifetime -- another person take very harsh feedback and turn herself around and another open himself up to risk.
Some of these changes might be fleeting
there may be backsliding or a full reversal.
But it's good to see that people can change themselves
if they want to
if they really really want to
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
My oubliette
So I'm going to sound like a show-off -- I wouldn't know what an oubliette is if it weren't for a wonderful little movie with David Bowie and Jennifer Connally called Labrynth.
An oubliette is a dungeon cell accessible only through a trap door in the ceiling. It's where you put things you want to forget.
Since I moved in -- my oubliette has been the 2nd bedroom. Wading through it is a little bit like that game I played with my brother where we have to navigate around the living room by climbing on the furniture -- if your foot touched the carpet it was burned off by lava.
oh
you didn't play that game?
that game's weird?
Look -- it snowed ALOT in Colorado -- we had to make up some weird games or end up like Alfred E. Packard -- or worse -- his travel companions.
Anyway.
When I moved in I told the movers to put all the boxes in the 2nd bedroom -- with the thought that I would pull the boxes out and unpack each one instead of having to trip over boxes for days and days.
A brilliant plan if I do say so myself.
Except that in reality -- I would just venture in to rummage through a box -- find something -- say -- the waffle iron -- leave a pile of crap on the floor and leave.
out of sight out of mind.
Then I started storing the empty boxes there.
and the packing materials
and the holiday decorations
Today -- I finally decided it was time to get the guest bed and found one on Craigs list.
I'm embarrassed to say that it only took about an hour to clear up most of the boxes -- although there is much left to do.
I'm sleeping in my guest bed -- and I don't have to be a contortionist to wade through to get to it.
Ladies and Gentlemen -- the oubliette is closed -- you don't have to go home -- but you can't stay here!
An oubliette is a dungeon cell accessible only through a trap door in the ceiling. It's where you put things you want to forget.
Since I moved in -- my oubliette has been the 2nd bedroom. Wading through it is a little bit like that game I played with my brother where we have to navigate around the living room by climbing on the furniture -- if your foot touched the carpet it was burned off by lava.
oh
you didn't play that game?
that game's weird?
Look -- it snowed ALOT in Colorado -- we had to make up some weird games or end up like Alfred E. Packard -- or worse -- his travel companions.
Anyway.
When I moved in I told the movers to put all the boxes in the 2nd bedroom -- with the thought that I would pull the boxes out and unpack each one instead of having to trip over boxes for days and days.
A brilliant plan if I do say so myself.
Except that in reality -- I would just venture in to rummage through a box -- find something -- say -- the waffle iron -- leave a pile of crap on the floor and leave.
out of sight out of mind.
Then I started storing the empty boxes there.
and the packing materials
and the holiday decorations
Today -- I finally decided it was time to get the guest bed and found one on Craigs list.
I'm embarrassed to say that it only took about an hour to clear up most of the boxes -- although there is much left to do.
I'm sleeping in my guest bed -- and I don't have to be a contortionist to wade through to get to it.
Ladies and Gentlemen -- the oubliette is closed -- you don't have to go home -- but you can't stay here!
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