from my state – literally and figuratively – and other places. i'm not in florida any more, but i haven't given up the sunshine.

10.31.2006

the problem with suspense

there's a problem with network tv shows that use suspense as a tool of engagement - the clock. (guess what i've been doing with my evenings.) suspect is close to being nabbed and all the watcher needs to do is look at the clock to know if this trick is going to do it. 30 minutes into an hour long show ... they'll probably fail and have to think of something else. this isn't an epiphany... we've all been doing it for years. i imagine my parents watching perry mason and watching the clock.

so why do we keep getting engrossed?

10.25.2006

getting lost

there’s a good kind of getting lost and a bad kind of getting lost. strolling through a new city on a bright crisp day … taking in the sites and realizing your not quite sure how to get back to where you came from. but running into a friendly stranger or convenient map that guides you. that’s a nice kind of getting lost. driving frantically toward a dinner engagement for which you’re late and finding yourself lost in an unsafe part of town where people are harassing you. that’s a frightening kind of lost.

in the figurative way, people always talk about losing themselves as though it is - by definition - a prolonged wandering without purpose. truly, one can get lost every day. in a moment. and even then there’s a good kind of getting lost and a bad kind of getting lost. lost in contentment, excitement, possibility. lost in questioning, dead ends, inside your head.

lost in settling into a new city. lost in work. lost in trying to find up from down when every other weekend is spent out of town. it’s an odd kind of lost. not bad per se, but it certainly leaves something to be desired.

that’s been me, sort of, but only in the in between times. time at work feels right. time with friends, no matter where, feels right. time in the neighborhood walking my dog feels right.

the in between can get a little iffy. those moments where you want to tie all the loose ends together.

last night i went to yoga for the first time ever. it was like meditation kicked up a notch. it spawned this post. and it definitely felt like a grounding experience.

i think i know why people like oxygen bars. It felt like the movements and breathing performed an air dialysis on my entire body. leaves you feeling a little … high.

how do you get back on course?