Musings of a Brainiac

I am continually impressed with technology. I'm pretty tech savvy and up on current trends but every once in a while I feel like an overwelmed little kid . Yesterday I discovered 411song a service that will tell you what song you are listening to. You call a number and then hold your phone up to the speaker for 15 seconds and it sends you a text with the title, artist and a link to download the ringtone. Okay so I know this isn't brand new, I remember hearing that the rogers/muchmusic phone could do this but driving home last night I had to try it. I went through the radio and found one of those "Who sings that again?" songs and dialed the number. By the time I removed my phone from the speaker I had a message waiting for me with all the info I needed. How cool is that? I'm such a dork. Now if only they could use all this brain power to create and mainstream technology that allows the people that need it to get medical testing affordably - then the world would really be a better place. For now I guess 411song will just have to do.

I want to meet the person who decided to write the word Ambulance backwards on the front of trucks. I think was a great idea.

Turn signals, use them, please.

Had dinner with a friend last night. A real friend. We have absolutely no connection to eachother except that we enjoy eachothers company. None. No AIESEC, no family, no history. It feels good. Turns out she lives in the same building as Bobby, how random is that? Yes its a she, hard to believe but true.

A song in the wind...

My life has a soundtrack. Over the past few days I've been hearing it everywhere I go. I just called to say I love you (uuuuuuuu). All my life. Saved the best for last. Champion. Jump on it. Hangin tough. November Rain. Nothing Else Matters. Don't Worry be Happy. Stairway to Heaven. You won't see me cry. Nimbooda. Jeremy. Happy Ending. Fantasy. The Promise. Ramaiya Vastavaiya. Living on a Prayer. The Day Before. Comfortably Numb. Lose Yourself. Dilemma. Gasolina. This list could go on and on.

The titles don't mean much, but the songs all take me away.
Thank god for music.

One for the parents...

While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Rajesh and his wife Manisha listened to the instructor,

"It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other."

He addressed the man, "Can you describe your wife's favourite flower?"

Rajesh leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered,

"It's Elephant atta, isn't it?

An intervention

I've been going too hard. My body and mind are exhausted. Two many airports, early mornings, late nights. I don't know what I'm looking for, who I expect to meet at that next party or what I think I might be missing. I returned from San Francisco on Monday morning happy but drained. My mind was racing, my sentences weren't really making sense. I'm stressed about everything, I'm frustrated with the US healthcare system, tired of people asking for my insurance and don't understand how to submit my claims. The need to find a doctor took me over last week. My sent emails felt like they were getting lost in some strange void and my phone messages were going nowhere.

On Monday night I had an intervention. A call from Oslo. Actually I think I might have called him but you get the picture. A wake up call. Questioning why I'm acting like I am, reminding me of my priorities..forcing me to evaluate them. I decided to focus a bit more on me. To say no more. To make time to read. To write. To sleep. To do laundry. To do the dishes. To go out.

I bought groceries today, cleaned out my fridge, took out the garbage. I read yesterday. I washed my hair. I did things that only benefit me.On saturday I'm doing laundry and cleaning the floors. I'm looking forward to it.

Oh, to be kept floating...

I feel the need to blog something today. Nervous I am. A bit excited too.

My hair is doing this random 80s thing this week, a bit teased at the top and falling straight down - very Fefe Dobson-ish. I kinda like it.

Cinci in the City

Friends coming to visit. Hmm. I'll be honest, I don't generally enjoying having guests. I like seeing people especially from away and love hanging out with them but usually I prefer to go home and not have to deal with keeping the fridge stocked and the towels clean. Especially when I'm tired from travelling. I know that might make me a bitch, so be it, at least I'm honest. Its similar to the "kids are cute as long as they're someone else's" thinking. As a disclaimer - please don't let that stop you from visiting, I need a bit of a kick in the ass.

Anyway, this weekend did a good job of starting to move me away from the above opinion. Either I'm becoming a better host or Avni is just a great guest. It felt like a vacation for me too and boy did I need it.

Avni did a pretty good job of recapping the events on her blog, so I won't attempt it. But here are my highlights:

• Friday night - "This is all moving to fast"
• "My shoes are purple, isn't that hot?"
• Dunkin Donuts (You want a bagel AND a donut?)
• Josh and Boner's list (hehe...Boner)
• The golden member (it might have been silver, but was def shiny)
• The return of rice and beans (and eating like the food is running away from the plate)
• Having my fake boyfriend try and hook me up
• Not waiting in line
• Crazy PATH rides (Talking about bio chem makes you SO interesting)
• Avni ROCKing at football (One sac and one touchdown pass)
• The phone ringing at all the right times
• "So you both live in Ca - NA - DI - A?"
• Offers of compensation
• The satisfaction of arriving home together in one piece

Whats making me happy right now...

Tan lines. Photos on my fridge held up by cool magnets. Wearing my 'day of the week' underwear on the wrong day. Out of town guests. My DVR. Gifting miles (at least trying to). Nicknames. Harems...gone worldwide. The brown girl hug on msn (}). Bookcases full of real books. Football in the rain. My new lite brite (battery powered). Tables, lots of tables in my house. Waking up to the phone ringing. My complete tupperware set. The appropriate use of baskets. Real Mexican Tequila. My new rug.

I live here

I had an epiphany moment last night. This is my life. I don't expect you to understand, but everything about yesterday was just perfect. Things are coming together....

(for more new pics click Brazil/New York on the left)