Tired? Wine?

Okay, maybe it is that I am tired. Or maybe it is the wine. In any case, I just wrote an email to two of my friends making an argument for socio-cultural views of thinking using a Star Trek episode. My argument was that it is not possible to separate physical reality from mental reality. Namelly, that if we were able to take the "essence" of who you are and put you into another body (this was in the episode called Host in season 4 of Star Trek: The Next Generation), you are no longer the same you that you were in the previous body. Your physical being shapes your experiences and hence you- because all that you are are derived from your experiences (not to say that you are only your experiences).

So I am blaming it on my physical impairment to inhibit behaviours such as academic gibberish to the wine and my fatigue. See what a little liquor will do to you?!?!? Friends don't let friends drink and think!

Oh, on another note- I got a camera. Ihave been having so much fun. The trouble is that I don't know how to get the pictures and the video off the camera onto my computer. I guess the easiest thing to do would be to read the manual.

7:42 AM

It is 7:42 AM right now. I got up, put together my lunch and now need to find my breakfast. I don't drink coffee. I am debating whether or not I should try to go to the gym today and whether or not I shoudl bring my computer. My back has been bothering me lately.

The sun is bright and shiny, but oh, don't let that deceive you! It is cold, cold, cold outside! I am pretty groggy and sleepy. The seagulls that also live around here are hollering outside. There is a bird's nest outside my window and I think the couple that lives there has gone out to search for breakfast. It was funny, the other day, I saw another bird try to move into their nest and there was a big ol' fight. The tiny little male bird was defending his home like he was morally outraged by the loose morals this upstart other male bird was trying to impose on them. I guess a three person relationship was too nontraditional for that couple. I don't think they could have had separate rooms in that little nest space. It was like a large efficiency.
Okay, it is now 7:48AM. I have to catch my bus in about 10 mnutes. Have a good day!

Pi

Happy Pi Day!
Eat a radian slice of pi.

Favorite people #2

My husband is another one of my favorite people. As sappy as this might sound, it is totally true. He is so cool that I like talking about him every chance I get.

I don't know anyone else who is as good as he is about relating to people. When he engages in conversation with someone, he is sincerely interested in listening to them and talking WITH them, not at them. My grandma likes him- which is very important. He finds lots of beauty in the world and is not at all uneasy about admitting it. He has done so many cool things- a raft guide, a crisis hotline phone volunteer, a member of the staff at a homeless shelter, a teacher, a comic book artist, a performer, a comedian, a fast food cook, a group leader for a bunch of high school kids in Israel...there is probably a lot more that I don't know. Currently, he is a comedian, an educator, an artist, and a media activist. He is great with kids- he treats them with so much respect and dignity, regardless of their age. He continually does things that challenges him because he likes to learn about new things. He is wickedly funny.

He has helped me develop an affection for cracks in the sidewalk. Eventhough we do not share the same religious beliefs, he is very supportive of my spiritual growth. He is super smart and knows a lot about a lot of different things- world events, literature, history, science. If I talk physics and a math to him, he is not afraid to talk with me. Eventhough we are not from the same culture, he does not exoticize me or my family. I am continually challenged by him to be a better person. He encourages me to have good relations with my family. He also frequently helps me put things in perspective.

And best of all, he loves me- a lot.

Nature in my backyard- part two

I walk home through the scary part, the part where the bridge is, more often now. I keep thinking I am willing to risk whatever dangers may lurk on that dark path for the chance to see the heron at night, the deep black slender shape in the dark orange-grey creek valley below the bridge. This is because one night, while taking this risk, I saw TWO herons standing in the water near the creek bank for one brief moment before they spread their wings. Then one after the other, lifted themselves out of the water and up into the air. It makes me so happy that I think I am willing to take that risk every time for the chance to see it again.