Chums

I have a bunch of chums that I hang out with all the time–seriously, it’s pretty much all the time.  These chums are non-interneters.  Except for checking for e-mails about the church volunteer schedule, shopping at Mario Badescu, and watching Secrets From A Stylist, these chums stay off line and off all modes of E at all times.  [Clearly, E stands for electronic in this setting.]

I, on the other hand, weave E threads into my life consistently, regularly, and usually through my phone.  Whenever I hang out with my chums [all the time], it’s also my job to photograph all the activities.  I happily snap away and then upload to my computer, edit the photos, and then show them off to my chums so they can say how cute they all look having fun together.  No body ever sees these pictures because my chums are off-line and what’s the point?   It’s a little bit like we live in the 90’s again [early 90’s] and it’s great.

But whilst at the local zoo on Monday [Independence Day], my chummiest chum, stole the camera and snapped this while I was indeed looking at some big cats.  I am thinking about this photo becoming my new super hero theme song, except that it’s actually not music.  Oh, well.  E-vent documented.  After taking in the heat and the sights, we did watch fireworks from downtown St. Paul, complete with flag-colored cupcakes and more beautiful friends.  I’m still talking about it and documented it because, well, it was special and important in some intangible, non-electronic way.

Como Zoo, St. Paul, Minnesota, USA
photo by C.
(c) 2011

Surround Sound

How was I to resist an April Fool’s Day 90’s dance party in Minneapolis?

It didn’t matter that my weekend officially started with an hour-plus drive.  My mini-cation took me through the nightlight city, down Polk Street, and finally to breakfast at Hazel’s–a special little homegrown, Minnesotan brotherly place quickly becoming a new Northeast favorite.  It was a perfect Friday-Saturday combo.  All smiles, hugs, laughter, the first dance moves I ever learned, and lots of too-loud-talking.

From the looks of things, I let go a little this weekend and who cares?!  My room is still piled with clothes I could have worn and I was forced (yes, epically forced by my Blackberry) to post an incomplete, not fully edited short story because I left my house in such a whir of excitement I didn’t take time to finish it or anything else.  I just quit everything.  All of the sudden, I was done.  (See yesterday’s post for more information.) I even went to work without doing a thing to my hair on Saturday!  Oh, the sweet elation of letting go.

Now, after a long shift at the mall, the sounds still surrounding my ears include, but are not limited to: ohmygoshsocuteIlovethisoneyesthatwasthephoneIhadlastyearwewereinItalyatthistime
Ican’tbelievetheymakewaffleslikethatwinkformorecoffeepleaseidareyou and of course, shoop eh doop.

(I’m also remembering why my sweet mother never let me listen to this music growing up.  Oops, I’m listening now.  In some ways, I’m glad I still don’t know all the lyrics.  😉  Do I dare insert a “haha” here?)

Old News

With my mind racing from all the old news I obtained today via the girls at work, I ran into a song I drafted a couple of years ago on my itunes.  The lyrics?

Little did I know in the midst of plans and making dreams come true / there is no room for lovers and there is no room for me and you / but that’s okay, baby stay / watch me as / I run up to the mountain ready to set my fears behind / show you what I really mean to do and won’t you be surprised / when I pass you by / baby, I // choose to dive to the ocean, running right off of this mountainside / yes, I know you don’t think love has wings for a heart my size / but I still want to know / just how far I’ll go / if I fly a little / try a little / watch me fly // You can be frightened all you want but, honey, I won’t force your hand / it’s time for you to decide on your own if love is worth it, man  / oh my, baby, I / choose to dive to the ocean, running right off of this mountain side / yes, I know you don’t think love has wings for a heart my size / but I still want to know / just how far I’ll go / if I fly a little / try a little / I might cry a little / even die a little/ because love doesn’t have a plan / it just gives you wings and you hope you land...

And I heard their words.  And I knew their words.  They confirmed all the thoughts I had been thinking, all the assumptions I had been assuming, and all the disappointments I had been anticipating.  All the drama I had been stepping around, met me face to face in the form of old news.  “You see?  You knew it all along,” each minute seemed to say to me, “There is no need to seek the truth when the truth is clearly set before you.”

I know you think love doesn’t have wings for a heart my size, but I still want to know what will happen if I jump off this cliff.  Because you see, old news and new news are sometimes the same thing.  And sometimes all our decisions are the same, too.

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