Monday, January 1, 2007, 12:39 PM
On the drive up to visit my brother and mom on dec-30, it was something of a perfect day. it was mostly sunny, cool, and bright. These are days that causes Thistle to be more active. Since he is an angelic being, he somehow draws energy from sunlight and wind. He radiates such pure joy. I am always so happy to commune with him. I wish I had as much peace as he does. Angels understand love.[ add comment ] | [ 0 trackbacks ] | permalink |
( 3 / 914 )Friday, December 29, 2006, 06:09 PM
Today is my birthday. But I usually have a hard time getting excited over that fact. Basically, the physical body is indeed one year older. But the actual "birth date" for the Indigo personna is up for debate.
I am basically a ghost that animates this body. The original intelligence that was born into this form died a long time ago. I'm just the closest aproximation to that original person. But like it or not, I'm basically a copy, not the real McCoy.
Who cares about how old this body is? It really doesn't matter. It just reminds me what a fraud I am, and reminds me that I'm basically not real.
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( 3 / 1009 )Thursday, December 28, 2006, 07:31 PM
It's been a pretty good year healthwise. I was kinda pudgy last December and I was unhappy with my weight and physical conditioning. So I changed a few things for the better. I started exercising and I started eating healthier foods. I almost always eat leafy salads for lunch and I cut out almost all snack food and fried food.
The results? Check it out:
Dec 2005 Dec 2006
Weight (lbs.) 221 185
Resting HR 76 62
Max Run 10 minutes 60 minutes
Running Speed 4.5 MPH 6.2 MPH
Fastest 5km (could not do) 27m10s
Max walk/jog 2.5 miles 8.2 miles
Pants size 38 34
Booze per month 8-10 drinks 3-5 drinks
Overall, I think it's been pretty successful. I wanted to get down to 175 pounds, but I can live with 185. A 36 pound weight loss in one year is nothing to sneeze at!
Of course, my willpower mostly comes from Ashen. My physique isn't like his yet, but it's better than the middle-aged flub I was 12 months ago! Fortunately, I did not start smoking, either.
Maybe at the end of next year I'll be at 175 pounds. Ideally, I'd like to sustain a 6.5 MPH run as well. It's good to have goals. I also want to live to be 165 years old.
A man can dream!
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( 3 / 979 )Wednesday, December 27, 2006, 01:56 PM
The food poisoning saga continues. While I was unaffected (since I am allergic to shellfish), those who ate the seafood pasta at the workplace Christmas party are still in rough shape. Our senior case agent said that he lost ten pounds over Christmas and is only now able to start eating. For two others, they said that their physicians think they might have contracted intestinal parasites. Yummie!
Egads! I am so glad that I stuck to chicken and macaronni salad!
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( 3 / 944 )Wednesday, December 27, 2006, 11:03 AM
An odd thing about my internal psychic profile is that one of my alters is heterosexual. The Ashen personna is a straight, white, cigarette-smoking conservative. I, as Indigo, am a gay, white, socialist, environmentalist whacko.
Since Ashen is not the dominant personality, this rarely causes any conflict. But once in a while it does.
For some reason, I woke up briefly after Doug and I went to bed. But I woke up as Ashen. I was horrified for a moment. After all, I was undressed, laying in bed WITH A NAKED MAN of all things! How could THIS happen?! I didn't really know where I was either.
Then the Ashen personna subsided and I became Indigo again -- the gay, liberal Indigo that has no problem being in bed with a naked man (so long as the man in question is Doug!)
It was a weird 60 seconds or so.
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( 3.1 / 1161 )Tuesday, December 26, 2006, 05:10 PM
I had an odd dream last night. In this dream, there were two people who were split between two very similar parallel realities.
The first was a man who lived in a small rural house. The landscape reminded me of Pennsylvania. Inside his house, a staircase went from the kitchen to the second floor. For anyone else, the staircase would function as one would expect. For him, however, when he climbed the stairs, he would somehow emerge in the kitchen in the other reality.
He HAD to go from one reality to the other on a regular basis. When he was gone from one world, everything green would begin to wither and die. When he would return, life would return to all plants.
I saw him emerge from a green world into one where almost everything was dead. He stepped out into the front yard. An unseen power emanated from his hands. Where he pointed, the grass turned from grey to green and the trees regrew their leaves. There was only one spot his power could not touch. In his absence, some fool had dumped a contaminant into the soil and no grass would grow. Even when he used the full extent of his power, any flora he created would immediately die. While the spot was small, it demonstrated the lasting effects of careless pollution.
When he returned to the world that he usually resided in, his front lawn was a bit spotty, but he quickly touched up those spots with a casual wave of his hand.
The scene changed. There was a woman who was also split between worlds. On one end was her bedroom, but the other side of the door was a hospital room in a psychiatric ward. In the reality she usually resided in, people near her would feel safe, be immune to phobia, and be less likely to receive injury if involved in an accident. Her power was a less intense, more passive force. But she used her abilities for good. But in the other world, she could not use her powers as effectively.
In the other world, she had schizophrenia. And even though she could do the most good in the world in which her mind was healthy, she still felt compelled to spend at least some time in that other place.
She stepped through her bedroom door and emerged in the hospital room. (She had to crawl out the window of her house if she wanted to go outside in her usual world!) In the other world, it frustrated her how poorly her mind worked, yet she still felt the desire to help others -- even there. Unfortunately, she basically couldn't.
She was haunted by hallucinations. She heard voices that weren't real. She thought a pile of clothes in her room was a person for a few minutes. Her mind cleared for a moment and she was frustrated because she realized that she had just been babbling for the past several minuites. The nursing staff at the hospital were unsympathetic jerks. She didn't like this reality, but for some reason she had to spend at least SOME time here.
All in all, it was a pretty odd dream.
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( 3 / 1071 )Monday, December 25, 2006, 09:05 AM
Christmas Eve wasn't too bad. I am in the church handbell choir, so I ended up spending about 6 hours at church last night. Considering the fact that we are a volunteer, amateur choir, we are probably one of the best church choirs in Maryland. We sounded pretty darned good last night.
The vocal choir in particular was on the ball. They sounded good enough that they could cut a CD and people would buy it.
We also had the Bay Street Brass Works adding the sound of a brass quintet to the mix. We also have a choir member that plays huge kettle drums. It was great.
The unexpected bonus was that inbetween the 8:00pm and 10:30pm services, we had little sandwiches and snacks. I probably ate too much. Oh well... I'll have to hit the gym extra-hard tomorrow!
I'm pretty "bah, humbug" most of the time. But it is nice to actually celebrate the birth of Christ.
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( 3 / 1066 )Sunday, December 24, 2006, 10:39 AM
Well... I have to say that I'm having a really tough time getting into the Christmas spirit. I'm flat broke, and the only Christmas present I could afford to buy was a few new shirts for my partner (Doug). Aside from that, we're basically out of food and there's no money left in our checking account. So there's no Christmas dinner. My uncle is having his Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve, but I have to be at church since I am in the choir.
Aside from all that, it's 65 degrees outside. Our dumb, lazy President claims that there is no such thing as global warming. But I can't recall any 65-degree Christmas holidays -- in Baltimore -- when I was a kid.
And why am I so damned poor? A year ago, the company I worked at for TEN YEARS went out of business. Basically, they were just another casualty of Bush Economics. My new job, which I like VERY MUCH, only pays half of what I used to make. Unfortunately, I still have a fairly expensive car payment that I had no problem affording when my income was much higher. Oh well. In 17 more months, that will be over.
On the bright side, I did earn my first promotion at work, so my income will go up $200/month starting in January. I also have Doug with me. Rich or poor, I am always glad to have Doug by my side. There have been years that I've been both penniless and alone. At least this year I'm broke but with someone I love who also loves me.
Still... I'm feeling pretty "Bah, Humbug" this year. Maybe next year will be better.
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( 3 / 1038 )Saturday, December 23, 2006, 05:35 PM - Random Thoughts
Too nice to be a Bush Conservative
I actually have a friend who is a complete and utter “true believer” when it comes to George W. Bush. He really doesn’t think Bush has done one single thing wrong throughout his “presidency”. It’s a shame, too, since my friend is a really nice guy who otherwise seems educated and reasonable.
I do try to get him to understand that our president is a stupid, lazy, arrogant ass. But he has somehow been programmed by the Far Right.
Here’s a sample of what it’s like:
(me): “You know, the Republican party lost because of how badly the Iraq war is going.”
(him): “But we’re WINNING in Iraq. And the Iraqi people are GLAD we are there.”
(me): “But what about how Bush lied in order to get us into war?”
(him): “Just because they never found WMD’s doesn’t mean they were never there.”
(me): “What about how only 17% of the Iraqis want us there, and how this war has cost the lives of over 600,000 civilians in Iraq?”
(him): “Those are just media lies from folks who hate America.”
(me): “What about how Bush has been illegally tapping into phone conversations and email? And what about how Homeland security illegally tracks all citizens’ credit card purchases?”
(him): “Bush has executive privilege, so that’s okay.”
(me): “So, what do you think about global warning?”
(him): “It’s a media hoax by people who hate America.”
(me): “What about hybrid technology”
(him): “It’s just a fad.”
(me): “What about conservation?”
(him): “The world will never run out of oil.”
(me): “What about overpopulation?”
(him): “The world can easily handle 100 Billion.”
Yeah, it gets pretty frustrating. He pretty much sees it in the same way except he can’t turn me into a Right Wing believer. Oh well, what can you do?
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( 3 / 1155 )Friday, December 22, 2006, 12:25 PM
It took a while, but I finally uploaded the vacation pictures and videos from the cruise Doug and I took this month. To see them, just go to:
http://www.gaianar.com
And click the "Bits & Pieces" link, located in the lefthand navigation column. Then click "Cruise 2006".
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