Archive for August, 2012
I am suffering from an existentialist crisis. I'd like to think that I am an independently acting and responsible conscious human being, but I feel like Steve Jobs is laughing at me from beyond the grave.
What is it about firework explosions that make me stop and look?
Maybe it's the juvenile delinquent in me that loves to see things explode. Maybe it's the artist in me that loves how rich the colors are. It could be I love to see high contrast of the burning mixture against the night sky. Maybe it just makes me realize that were only here for a flash.
Watching one of my fav sit-com reruns this morning as I try to overcome a lousy headache. Intermittently, as we all know, come commercials. I was just burdened with one advertising DANCE MOMS showing a morbidly obese woman dressed all in black, cocking her head back and forth in slow motion while screaming at her tiny, skinny daughter dressed in tights and sequins.