latest obsession

Last week, mid-morning I became obsessed with the desire to make a sock monkey. I wrote it on my palm in permanent marker at work. Then, since I work at a library I put a hold on a sock monkey book. Then I informed my best friend and co-worker Beth who is afraid of dolls and twins that I was going to make her a conjoined twins sock monkey. She replied she would not accept this gift and so I am going to make a sock monkey that has a mutant sock monkey erupting from its stomach. My daughters thought I meant the mutant creature on Total Recall but I was really thinking about John Hurt on the original the original Alien. Beth who is a bit of a fussy-pot said she would not accept this gift either.

The best thing about blogs.

The best thing about blogs is that no one reads them and so I can spew and spew and feel like I'm doing something, but I never have to worry about feeling foolish because in the entire universe of cyberspace ((why is that not a compound word, it's fairly new isn't it?) Why does the word "isn't" get flagged in spell check. Geesh I've been using that for years. Hey! Geesh is flagged too. Another one of my favorite words. ) Anyway, I don't have to worry about criticism or pleasing anyone I can babble and no one says, "Carole, take your medicine."

The week before that I wanted to be a philosopher specifically an epistemologist.

Last week I really wanted to be a computational linguist.

okay maybe I'm manic depressive, not adhd. no wait it's called bi-polar now isn't it?

latest thing

Currently I am following Julia Cameron's process called "Morning Pages" (three pages of handwriting every morning) from her book The Artist's Way. I have written out three pages daily for 86 consecutive days. It's like I had a brain transplant.

I mean it now appears I am no longer interested in my own brain.

It now appears I am not interested in my own brain.