Reversing the pyramids

In today's world we have built the upside down pyramid.  Architects have been praised by their creativity in the matter, while engineers live in shadow--their mathematic skills still unappreciated.  One architect was quoted stating, "we're living in the generation of reversals, so let us reverse everything!"  The New York times printed this on the main page of this week's Sunday issue.  I still sip my coffee slowly.

Push up. Push up.

When I look at the beautiful girls with push-up bras inside push-up dresses, I cannot help imagining myself going to prom-prom.  The feelings of uncomfortable-ness (due mainly to the heels I wore) could be sighted by the business men that prodded me with their briefcases.  I've been very excited ever since to visit that self, sometime, in a world of beautiful women. I've gone unnoticed for so long, and my sister, who I hear plans on visiting me next week, can confort me.  I think I will call her.

Twitter

Recently I was admiring twiter for the restrictions of 140 characters per post. The box that defines this space is open to all thought. Where are the restrictions? Where can I propose ideas beyond a mere idea? I propose that these constrictions can help servers maintain stability.

references

lately, there was discrepancies in my resume sent to a publishing company (at least that's what I was told). Although, there may have been an issue trying to track down some of my references ( I believe one has passed away due to old age, and another just got diagnosed with Alzheimer's tomorrow I have an interview there, most likely working the front office. If not I have applied to other companies, the star tribune, being my first choice.

the star tribune

Today I received a message that my application to work at a publishing company has been reviewed.  Tomorrow I have an interview with their office assistant, as to whether I am competent enough to be a part of the company.  Since I was a little girl, and my father would take me through the presses at his newspaper--the star tribune in Caen, I have loved the sound of fresh ink upon paper.  The news. How it travels from door to door, distributed as morning vacines to the general public.  Somehow the power of truth was starring down from the machines as I watched them turn above my five-year-old head, was overwhelming.  I cannot express this feeling here. It is too sacred to be written, or attempted.

Intern.nation

There is a moment; and this happens at different times and instances for each individual, but it is still a moment; and yes, it is still, quite un-explainable: the moment where intrigue or thought regarding one's relation to the external beings around him/herself overwhelms ones being to the point of experiencing a loss of control, in the mind; as to where the thinker questions who amongst all is s/he?

at liberty

to say bites interrupted between spoonfuls of paper napkins three times fast is a mouthful. The dollar-days are approaching and the food soon, will be scarce. Contemplating deja vu on my elevator ride to the sixth floor, I realized that yes, the man who is always there, was there, and I should not fear all things that are feared. Yes, I will continue to eat spoonfuls of whatever, yes, and as long as I stay alive yes, I will.

the war

I came across an old box in the attic. My grandfather had been in the war. This I assumed was his place for keeping those secrets. Inside contains a small article of writing, scribbled on the parchment. It reads as follows:

the war they said,

could've been easily won,

had we not simply surrendered,

to be taken captive

behind what you could not see

as enemy lines

blurring our vision

into a million diamond rings,

which in reflection

showered the sky tonight

with beacons to guide

our lost soldiers safely

through the desert.

-R.L. 4-13-1940

fear of falling asleep

Primary volume controls not functioning properly. Sometimes you have to question why the desks keep getting smaller while the projections get bigger. Falling asleep in public places is not conducive to retaining memory since I wake up in a different place every time.

My sister, Madeline

We were talking once about the shocks of childbirth in the woods. I told her I wanted to hire a film crew to videotape. We laughed. Trying to get decent power for lights and batteries would be impossible. Imagine trying to get a decent shot during the middle of light. We laughed harder. Tomorrow, I told her, we'll post an ad on craigslist: WANTED: director/camera operator for birth video. Price negotiable.

Arrivals

The airport contains no occupants other than myself. I know my sister will be arriving soon, but I check the arrival board anyways. Her plane is delayed in Idaho, of course. The question as to why she would fly out on such short notice is still pressing to me, and I can't seem to fall asleep in this black armchair. A security guard comes up to ask if I need a blanket. I am uncomfortable in this chair, so I accept.

I asume I fell asleep before he returned with one.

the bedsheets need washing.

My sister called me today to confirm her reservations for staying at my house this weekend. I'm excited to have her over again, this time for a longer period, I believe two nights. I had questioned her as to why she had decided to stay longer this time and she explained she had something to tell me, of grand importance. I just started the laundry and I'll change the sheets tomorrow. I can't wait to see her again.

April 2nd, 2012

My friend asked me today, "how can one not seek truth" to which I responded, "with what word do you emphasize?".

upon looking in the mirror

A simple meditation on the brain reveals that to lie internally sound requires great attention to speakers. Adjust the levels to a rather ear-splitting volume so to drown out the static. The further you press against the drums of ones ears, the louder the static is amplified. Look into the eyes of the speaker. Do and never look away. His words will forever be distorted.