Ice Cream and Memory Holes

My Mom looked at me like I was crazy when I told her I didn’t want to try the ice cream I fetched her on Thursday. I gently reminded her of my lactose intolerance and she said, “Oh, that’s right, I forgot.” She’s said it a hundred times at least and probably will a thousand more.

This time I had a realization. I’m starting to forget there was a time when I enjoyed ice cream and seek it out, even.

I’ve known about the lactose thing for three or four years, but I began avoiding dairy awhile before that. My subconscious keeps way better track of these things than I do.

It was a milkshake on a beautiful day that was my light bulb. I was feeling great. I decided to celebrate by eating something that made me constantly check to make sure I wasn’t getting stabbed in the stomach. Every time I pulled my hand away from my hunched over midsection I was shocked there was no blood.

It doesn’t seem like enough time has passed to have forgotten the pleasures of being a milk drinker. Percentage-wise, it’s totally the bigger part of my life. But the potentially harmful memories are sinking below the accessible surface. Even though I know better than to try to remake these without significant modifications.

Nostalga on the Web - Dating Site Blog

My first entry on the dating site I belong to. Funny to look at it now and think about how things have changed or not.

New Journal | May 28, 2006 4:02pm

So as a new user(and geek), the math of this thing is interesting...especially imposing objectivity. I was bouncing back and forth between conversations with two friends on Friday. One considers me a "Good girl" to the nth degree and the other one is pretty sure that Satan is just my temp while I'm chillin' on Earth. Got dragged thru the emotional coals a little bit. Maybe those two should talk. You tell one person you took a test that said your heart is blacker that Darth Vader's helmet. Guess I should have told two. Amazing how much perspective can change something.

So feel free to comment, strangers especially, and a strange stranger would be awesome. Otherwise, I might forget the cardinal rule of posting.

My current comment on the original post:

Ah, the first entry. From the old days before journal entries would randomly appear on people's homescreens. A comment was rare and it was easy indeed to forget the persistance of this medium.

Do the things that happen, that get dug up on the internets stay on the internets? I have my doubts. I can't wait for the whispers.

I know what my personal ettiequite coach says. Ignore people you know in life. What about when you know they didn't ignore you? They seem to be staying away. Another chance to learn letting go. Awesome. I love pretending stuff never happened. Actually, I suck at it. Real conversation might ensue. this totally no longer belongs here.

say hi. you know who you are. Now I'm super glad I didn't go talk to you last week. Good to know I wasn't supposed to.

Consider This

Funny Disturbing is a category I like to flirt with. I'm normally to heavy handed to pull it off myself. But fortunately I'm not the only person in the world. Aaron McGruder's Boondocks comic was a good example of this when it used to run in the chickenshit rag Enquirer. (I haven't read it much since then.) It was often laugh out loud funny, sometimes smile funny. And if it wasn't funny at all it was about you. This was easier to say on days I was laughing, honestly. But when I didn't think it was funny, I tried to analyze the subject or underlying factors of the comic. And more often than not, it WAS about me or my dearly held beliefs. And after I found the joke, it was a little funny.

This video is very clever. The underpinnings are fairly clear. Some sort of action seems called for. I don't know whether I should laugh, cry, vomit or incite revolution. One of the dangers of blogging is that I could now believe I have taken action.


http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid716758716/bctid1111464757







Enjoy.

I found that little gem at I DO take it personally

Something Amazing!

I knew I voted for him for a reason. That nice Sherrod Brown sent a reply to my letter already.

It was even topical, not reading like a form letter at all.

He's going to take my concerns under advisement if the issue comes up to a vote.

Which means about nothing, but I feel good for someone actually reading it.

Do Something!

Mr. Voinovich,

I know this is currently a House issue, but I would like to call your attention to H.R. 2060, The Internet Radio Equality Act.

This issue may seem trivial, but it sets a precedent for stifling independent sources of media and news with unreasonable entry fees. While you are currently news-worthy as a Senator, imagine returning to private life and the potential impact. Many injustices are only righted by calling attention to them.

Effectively closing off internet radio shuts off one more source of independent information when the majority of sources were already drying up.

To deal with the issue from a sheerly musical stand point: I don't know how much time you're spending in Cincinnati lately, but you can tell how many minutes past the hour it is by what song is playing at the majority of radio stations. This contributes to many fleeing to internet radio.

I have been led to believe that the New America is about equality of opportunity, not necessarily of outcomes. If the terrestrial radio stations are concerned about audience erosion, product improvement would be the place to focus, not eliminating competition.

While I may not be I donor, I have certainly never failed in my duty to vote and remind others to do so.

Thank you for your time.

Kristy


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The “F-Word” and You.

To some people, the F-word always means fuck. I think most of us hear something else when this phrase is voiced. And I have a theory that we all hear something different.
In the semi-recent performance of True + False at the Fringe Festival, the F-word meant friend. It was a dating story if you couldn’t guess.
When I hear the F-word, I think FREAK, usually announced at full playground volume accompanied by straight-armed finger-pointing.
In these cases, the F-word is associated with things the user doesn’t want to be. That’s what I think everyone hears. Some kind of word related to what they don’t want.
Agree or disagree? What do you hear?