Hey there -- No this is not a real post...but one day I will return to writing here at Spacedaisy. Once life settles down some. For now just wanted to let you know the address here is changing to: http://spacedaisy.blogspot.com xoxo SD
No this isn't a post about how UNcommitted I am to my blog lately. Just an observation about how differently I've been relating to the process of making personal commitments lately. I used to think that that the best way to commit to a goal was to shut my eyes, hold my nose and plunge into ice cold water. Decisiveness embodied in a "no going back" mentality. All or nothing. You're either in or out. But now it seems that for me personally, I am more effective if I take a more strategic approach. Rather than putting myself in a situation that I can't get out of, I spend more time considering why I really want to make the commitment, what I will get out of it, what obstacles are likely up ahead and plan in advance how I will get around them. More like a chess match and less like a display blind will.
One of the things about being a spacedaisy is sometimes its really nice to just float along and not write on your blog or do anything at all. I'm leaving for a trip today. Just an easy little 3day. No big deal. I'll float thru that as well. Unless there's a bird strike. I've heard they're unionizing.
Suddenly its all about pot for me...whatever, dude. So this Michael Phelps thing. Oh horror, horror! He was seen using a bong! And now he has to apologize and all of his sponsors are freaking out. But if he had been seen with a martini in his hand no big deal. They say its because he's a role model. Well, guess what! You're precious role model probably smokes A LOT of weed. AND he's won more Olympic medals than anyone else. So...that is the reality. I know it doesn't fit in with what the anti-marijuana movement would like you to know but that is the reality. But lets nail him to a cross and make him pay, rather than reexamine our beliefs. Its much easier.
I think you should legalize marijuana. I must point out that I do not smoke it myself since I am regularly drug tested for my job. And even more beside the point - MJ bums me out. So this is not a plea for direct personal gain. But I think this one thing would solve many many many problems. All that federal and money going toward busting and imprisoning people for selling and smoking and trafficking a plant that is (LETS FACE FACTS DUM-DUMS!) NO WORSE THAN BOOZE! RAWR! Then people could grow it and sell it and make some dough. You can tax it and control it...so....just do it. Okay? Just DO IT! rawr.
I feel a little shy towards my blog these days. We are a tad unfamiliar with each other. But its probably healthy to take a break now and again and then reengage, re-imagine, redefine.
Back from Buenos Aires. Wow, what an incredible city and what an amazing time we (mom and I) had. We did it all - Tango, sight seeing, eating, sun, pool time and we even saw ELTON JOHN in the Boca Juniors Futbol Stadium!!!! Honestly -- It was such a perfect trip I can't even believe it. Nice work if you can get it folks....don't let anyone tell you that being a flight attendant isn't one of the best jobs you can have.
Brooklyn is cold but I am noticing more since being in BA. There are a butt load of cool buildings and monuments here too, but I never noticed them before.
All in all things are good and spacey in spacedaisy land...as always I am both content with things as they are and reaching for something just out of my grasp...a good long stretch.
New York City is frozen and so I am. I am basically...inside. Everything about me is inside and that is how its going to be until I'm on a plane to Buenos Aires next Monday. I am working a 5 day layover in BA! It is summer in Buenos Aires right now. What a wonderful arrangement...winter in this part of the world...summer over here. Lovely! Lets do it!
I turned on L&O this afternoon, then picked up my laptop and started surfing. I just realized that I haven't a clue what the episode is about but it doesn't matter. I love the sounds of this show...Jack McCoy's confident growl, the fake delivery of emotional dialogue, the them music, all of it. The plot is almost secondary to the soothing sounds of order being restored to a lawless city.
difficulties meaning I was sending my posts to the wrong address. We'll try this again on my next trip. Well maybe not the next trip which happens to be to BUENOS AIRIES!!! So I will try remote posting on my next regular trip.
I am flying flying flying flying flying all over the country. Everyday more flying. I don't know where I am or where I'm going. I just get off one airplane and onto another. I move and live according to different combinations of numbers - flight numbers, sign in times, departure times, gate numbers, rotation numbers, seniority numbers, hotel room numbers, discount percentages, 757, 737, 767, MD88...numbers of exits - windows and doors, seat numbers, passenger counts, 5-10-20 minutes to an on time departure ... and the numbers of breaths I take in my own apartment until my next sign in.
In 2009 I will floss. You heard it here first. Which also means that you now know that I don't currently floss, or rather haven't flossed until now. This may not seem like a lofty resolution - but I think its a good. Its one I can do. All I need are my teeth. And some string. And some elbow grease. And a concern for oral hygine. And not to forget. And not to start thinking that flossing doesn't really matter...FLOSSING!
My latest project is this: I am working on a new facial expression. I've found myself, more than once recently, in need of an expression that conveys, at once, horror and fundamental disagreement along with "I don't really want to get involved in a conversation about this with you in the back of an airplane because I have no illusions about the likelihood of my changing your long held beliefs that are probably coded into your red neck DNA" along with "you're totally bat shit crazy" and "I'm a better person than you are because I am more progressive, liberal, and I read more." This expression will be used whenever a flight attendant mentions "the end of days" or refers to Jewish people as "Streisands" or "Tea Drinkers" or casually mention that they had to find a new crash pad because the old one had too many black girls living in it. Right now the expression lies somewhere between an uncomfortable smug smile and a sneer. But it really needs a lot of work. It isn't that I am afraid of confronting bigots or of fighting injustice. But I've found it simply isn't practical to enter into these kinds of discussions under these circumstances. Also, I am usually taken by suprise. I say "what?" because I didn't understand something and out of nowhere comes a racial slur. I'm not used to this. I don't know. I need to think about it and come up with a plan. And practice in front of a mirror.
Last night on my christmas eve layover in raleigh durham, I watched "its a wonderful life" and then "Bad Santa" consecutively. I highly recommend doing this at some point. There couldn't be two more appropriately contrasting christmas films. And let me just say..."Bad Santa" has got to be one of the funniest movies ever made. I just love it so, so much. Oh how it makes me laugh and laugh!
Anyway...they just announced that there are treats in the back of the F/A lounge in Atlanta (where I am currently celebrating our dear lords birth...) so I need to move quickly. Merry Christmas to all who continue to read this poor orphan child of a blog.
I have been trying to find this song...its a classical guitar piece that I really like and all I can remember is that maybe it was called "sunshine." So I'm googling "sunshine" and "classical guitar" and then I think to google the guy who I had originally heard playing the song. Long ago when I was a freshman in college I went on a choir tour and there were a group of the college's classical guitarists along for the ride and one of them, with whom I would eventually mess around intermittently throughout college, played this sunshine song. So I googled his name and...uh....he's dead. He died last year of a heart attack at age 42. I am prepared for google to spit out so many different things when I type in a long forgotten name...but not death. For me, this is a cyber-first and I must say...no matter how removed you are from the person, it is shocking to find out about a death through the internet.
Time certainly flies when you are a space daisy...holy crap I just spent an entire 24 hr layover in cincinatti and now its time to go. It was snowing and I just lollygaged around like a champ and barely noticed the clock move. I am amazed by my amazing gifts!
When I first started flying, every hotel room seemed magnificent. They were FREE by God! I'll stay anywhere if you're paying for it! The complimentary soaps and pens and pads of paper avec hotel logo were spectacular just because they were present: "How nice that they line all the products up in a row! And look at this plastic 'presentational stage' they are set out upon in the bathroom!"
Now, almost a year later I've stayed in quite a few hotel rooms and already I can smell a dump from a mile away. No more am I so easily impressed by bath products. A slightly off smell, water that doesn't quite get hot enough, a phone that doesn't work...I can't explain it exactly, but I know a dump right away now. I know a dump when I'm in the hallway.
I don't think it would bother me if i weren't on a work trip. If I went on vacation somewhere I doubt I would care as long as the price was right. But when I am away from home for my job...i want my temporary head laying room to be nice. and not have a weird smell. or be noisy. or ugly. or dirty or cheesy. In fact I have higher standards for my home away from home than I do for my actual home. Because I know where the smells are coming from at my house (insert joke here...)
Its weird how suddenly I have developed "standards" when it comes to hotel rooms. Especially since it is a well known fact that I can sleep absolutely ANYWHERE without the slightest difficulty. And that's still true. I can sleep like a baby in a dumpy hotel room. I just don't daydream as much.
Facebook makes me angry about things I would otherwise never know or care or really be surprised about. Case in point: I once knew a lot of mormon people in high school. Some of these people have requested my friendship on facebook. fine. I pretty much say yes to anyone who wants to be my friend. So I went to one of these people's website and was reading about how "heavy hearted" his wife was after the election "But," she said "at least Prop 8 passed." Now I want to scream at people that I haven't seen in almost 15 years. I can't believe that I know anyone that thinks this way and I wish that I had never known them. And if it weren't for stupid facebook they could have stayed in their bigoted creepy fucked up world and I wouldn't have known or given a shit about associating with them.