A plane crashed into an IRS building here in Austin yesterday morning, killing two people. I just read the pilot’s 6 paged suicide note. I’m really sad for the innocent man who showed up for work and never came home because some sad twisted man could not take rein of his life and own responsibility for his unhappiness.
Yesterday, during my lunch and on my own, I went to the Blanton Museum to see their exhibit on desire, aptly named On Desire.
No photos were allowed at this exhibit but if you’re in Austin, I recommend it. It highlights a great span of desire, touching on heartbreak, confusion, sex, love… I sometimes find art hard to relate to but a lot of the pieces on display in On Desire really touched me and spoke to me. Very.. human.
I’ve always loved the Blanton’s peaceful grandeur.
Lately, I have a lot of mind chatter that is self-deprecating. I’m starting to worry that it’s excessively self-deprecating and I can’t seem to find my way out of it. Yet, anyway. I’m toying with the idea of talking to a counselor. My insurance covers it after a deductible.
This video of a three year old sobbing over Justin Bieber is heartbreakingly CUTE. Such anguish for a little one.
In the last week I finished the first three books of 2010: Fup, The Shack, Bonk, and am almost done with 50th Law. I think it’s amusing that when you read a handful of books all at once, there’s a lag in finishing books but then you start to finish them at the same time. Book reviews to come of all three (four?) books soon.
My mom had my fortune told by this Asian dude who records his take on your life on tape. According to him, per my mom, the funnest years of my life is from age 24-34. She said according to him, I’ll get married and start a family at around 34/35. Interesting. Everything that has happened in my life, my mom claims she already knew was going to happen to me. My dad, a skeptic of fortunes, was gleeful to report that the fortune teller thinks that any degree of charismatic magnetism I possess comes from his side of the family. Ha! My parents crack me up.
I’m most hungry for reassurance right now. Cuddles. Chicken soup. Hugs. Murmurs that everything will pan out. For now, I settle for still wearing Valentine’s day socks and knickers, and chocolate chip cookies.
http://thisruggedlife.blogspot.com Martin
That girl in the last picture at the bottom is pretty. The only way the picture could have been better is if the book was “Fup.”
linda
Martin :) You’re good for my self esteem (most of the time!)
i’m kicking myself for forgetting to snap a picture of Fup!!
meffy
I don’t know what it is, but you are BEEEEEEEEEAUTIFUL in that picture babe. I know why Martin said youre pretty. It’s a really good picture of you.
That kid, I know I said it already, but I’ve only heard our kids cry like that when they do something wrong and get punished or something just flipping awful happens to them. Like someone stealing their toy and then they steal one back and then they get hit for stealing the toy kind of thing. I’m not sure I even want to know who this Justin Bieber kid is.
I love your parents. A lot. And if you want, you can always come live with me. I won’t charge you rent and you can sleep in the opposite side of the house. K will bore you to tears talking about oboes or something. And then randomly call you pretty and tell you that you should have more self esteem because you are smart and capable and awesome.
linda
Meffy,
about the picture, perhaps it’s because you both are bibliophiles. haha. cuz… i remember that day. i was looking kinda rough and was told “i looked like i’ve been crying.”
but..
THANK YOU.
re: the girl. it seriously gave me sympathy chest pains to see her so wracked with heartache. tiny 3 year old completely broken up.
re: i’m telling you, later in life i may take you up on that offer and take refuge! i love that K bored me about oboes the last time i was there.
Jessilyn
I’m self-doubting too :( It’s been a rollercoaster week.
Hang in there sweetie! It’ll all turn out okay.
Hope you are having a fun weekend!
linda
internet hug, jessilyn.
i wish you were in atx. we could commiserate over martinis. i’d give you half of mine because i can never finish one.
About Linda
Texas native. Living and working in Austin, TX. Twenty something. In hot pursuit of good food, adventure, and laughter. Dreams of owning her own place with a big giant library.
