ampersand

Tracy Morgan does more than Werewolf Bar Mitzvahs

The New York Times has an interesting feature on the SNL alum/30 Rock star.

It's coming around again.

Alright. I have a confession. I read my horoscope. A lot. Not that I particularly believe in the daily wisdom I glean from the inky pages of my local newspaper, but every now and again, the monthly ‘scope I read actually lines up with my life. Like this month, for example. Things started at quite a low point. But, it told me that things would start to turn around after Oct. 20, and they actually have. It could be a coincidence, but part of me believes that astrology somehow plays into the collective unconsciousness and the soul’s experience on earth and other stuff that will have you thinking I’m a new age flake.
Seriously, two spiritual blog posts in a row? I didn’t start out to write that. I came here to discuss how impossible it is to find a winter coat that isn’t black and boring, but that also keeps you warm. It’s getting to be that time of year again, and if I spend another winter in my pink ski jacket, I might go a little crazy.

Anyway, also this fall, I plan to update more. I have two books to review for the Mini Book Expo: Business Edition (though I’ve only received one… guess I should email them!), and a huge list of other books I’m reading just for fun that I’m considering reviewing. Also, I think I’m gonna take the improv class that migraines and a stupid work schedule caused me to bail on in January. So, there might be a few posts about that. And of course, with my upcoming birthday, I’m sure there’ll be at least one over-introspective, navel-gazing post recounting the past year of my life as I continue to hurtle through the space-time continuum toward the big 3-0.

But for now, I’m preparing for Halloween, bundling up against the cold, still digging the new job, and looking around at all the new possibilities I was blind to before.

Swedish for hilarious?

Haven’t watched enough to pass judgment yet, but IKEA has an online TV show. Starring Illeana Douglas. Check out EasyToAssemble.tv. And don’t worry, you won’t need an Allen key.

trying to find a cure

loneliness is seeping into every cell in my body. In an attempt to stave it off, to find something else to focus on, I’m lining up a queue of books to read. The one that I’m currently reading, that shot right to the front of the list, is Being Catholic Now by Kerry Kennedy. I don’t know why, because while I’ve celebrated the sacraments and spent 13 years in Catholic school, I’m not a devout Catholic. But I keep wondering if maybe I can find some sort of solace in the church.

Of course, there are endless ways that my own personal politics don’t jibe with many of the church’s beliefs. But there’s something about going through the motions of Catholicism, the rituals, that seem to calm me on that deep cellular level where this loneliness has taken residence.

Obviously, that unfinished business I was talking about is now finished. But only because I can’t sit around waiting for someone to come to terms with the fact that they want to be with me. It just makes me look pathetic. And so, I’m alone again. Trying to fill all my free time with something, anything that will keep my mind off the pain and anger. And for some reason, I’m looking to faith. We’ll see where this takes me.

But right now, I’m thinking this: They say God is love. If that’s the case, I feel that Nietzsche might also be right. You know, “God is dead. ”

Boy, I get fatalistic in the month before my birthday.

Creepy. But also awesome and hilarious.