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Shout out to my friend Sarah who is protesting in NYC at the RNC right now as I complacently clean my house and blog about it.

Go Sarah!

Greetings All.

The Red Sox are awesome. I grok being a fan : )

I added a comment option to my blog. Please feel free to comment. Except on typos.

This week is going to be a furious maelstrom of cleaning, buying, fixing and polishing. I am looking forward to it. Sort of. The smell of bleach, sun drying sheets on the clothes line, open windows and repainted fences. Goodness.

In further unrelated thoughts, I am going to put together some thoughts on why people blog shortly. Please contact me at yblog@katyshea.com if you have any further ideas about why we blog. I think there is some interesting stuff here. I mean, there's the basic journaling so that friends and others can catch up with you without you sending personal emails that may require time consuming responses (who wants to put that onto their friends, right?). There's also this sense of yelling into the void, if you will - telling your story to everyone and no one at once. A modern interpretation of shouting your truth from the rooftops, standing on your soap box and driving around town with a giant megaphone on the top of your white van.

Anyway, I think it's interesting and your thoughts have been great thus far so keep them coming.

Later on cruton...

Katy

I don't like it when you are waiting to see the credits of a favorite movie roll and the network relegates the credits (rolling at 3x speed) to a side bar while they run promos for other shows that you've seen 300 times during the movie already. Nope, don't like it one bit. I think this deserves special note during the end of the epic "Joe Dirt," where Dennis Miller's character ends the movie by dedicating a song to Joe on his (plot device) radio show. Well, I will never know the closure of hearing that song played. I will never experience the reconciling all of those emotions and intricate plot lines... that is now forever lost to me. Gone. Nothing can change that.

I fell asleep during Kill Bill 2 which reminds me - Paula - I still owe you $$ for that ticket.

Go Sox!

Vote Kerry.

Katy

I just stumbled upon a blog of an old friend who hates me. It's not like he writes about it ("Ooh I just hate her so much. One time she kicked my leg on purpose..."), no. I mean, he's moved on in his life, but if you were to ask him he might confirm this idea. It's weird to have someone hate you. It's worse when deep down inside you might believe you deserve to be hated on some level.

Perhaps on some weird level we all feel worthy of contempt for something.

Or maybe it's just me...
Or maybe just I deserve to be hated?
I'm kidding.

I think the real issue here might be that I, along with many of the people in my life (which, you know, makes it ok), share this desire to be liked. Sometimes it is evidenced by what we do for people who don't appreciate, expect or deserve it. Other times it is seen through how guilty we feel about NOT doing enough for other people (once again with no regard for whether or not said people deserve or expect said deed of untold goodness). Going forward, I shall try to not do that. It should be liberating to be not liked for sure by at least one person. I mean, technically that should let me off the hook for pleasing the rest of the people right? Sigh.

I just finished Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Heinlein. It's great and you should read it.

Lastly,
Don't vote for Bush. Seriously.

Mahalo Sox Fans,

My mind is consumed by these current happenings: Matt Damon (according to the Boston Globe) gave 20,000 to moveon.org as well as agreeing to star in an Anti-Bush advertisement in the very near future, I have an age spot in the center of my forehead that is showing signs of growth and I am developing a minor crush on Mark Ruffalo after seeing 13 Going on 30 on the plane returning from Paris. See that movie before you judge me.

In other news, my mother's cable television costs too much (over $50 a month for basic plus) and I am saddened and upset that I was only 11 years old when Reagan pushed the deregulation of Media on an unsuspecting public. I do remember phrases like "open competition" and "benefit the consumer" but I believe I was also in 6th grade and occupied with other things (like wearing men's ties to school and crushing on Duran Duran). So yah, monopolies are a drag and I wish my mom could watch the news AND Queer Eye without paying so much. It occurs to me that being rich really makes the cable issue less affecting, but I suppose I can thank unemployment for this valuable perspective into right and wrong.

On a positive note: I received several interesting replies to my query about blogging and why people do it. Keep them coming, maybe I'll write an article and get it (gulp) published somewhere? It's great to get emails from peeps about my blog. Thank you.

Short blog entries got, no reason to live...

Alright. Already.

There's really no need for all of this nagging and pleading. I promised I would update my blog hourly throughout the course of my life and I have (I am big enough to admit) failed you all miserably. Yet, who had imagined (not I, I assure you) that anyone would notice if my commentary on the world, what I ate for lunch and my ever changing humor (secondary definition) would be missed? It makes me joyful and replete that you are reading. I guess I'm not sure precisely why, but there is some validation in the idea that I may be on a few friends "favorites" list. A slice of anonymous fame within a community of my peers. I can dig it.I like peeking out of the cave too I guess. That movie's pretty boring : )

But I digress. I returned from Paris on Wednesday. I feel like I should have a lot more to share on that subject (rather than the narcissistic ramble above) but I don't. Insight (not really): Parisians become especially irritated with you when your French is bad or really, more to the point, being taken directly out of a phrase book purchased, a week before your departure, at Barnes and Noble. This being known to all, being in Paris was a wild ride of romance, poetry, art, history and guilt. Guilt not only for not speaking French better (ok, not speaking it at all) or for being a proud citizen of a country that *elected* G.W. Bush as our President but also for being from such a wealthy nation of spoiled and intolerant folks. Perhaps my friend Rob summed it up best when he told me he knew how to say, in 4 different languages "Don't shoot, please, I'm a Canadian" : )

Beyond the ebb and flow of guilt and shame, there was much beauty and grace to behold in Paris. There were also many fanny packs, digital cameras and screaming snotty children. But life is all about balance. Or wine. Or balancing wine... or something. I think there's some cheese in there too. It's cantal. I had a lovely time with friends whom I now consider better and closer and I learned that I have way too many issues to not take a language course before I travel : )

I would like to talk about an email I received from a good buddy about why I blog. He puts forth (gamely) that I am not really being funny, providing information or service (not overtly, he clarifies) so why? Narcissism? A feeling that it is important for people to know how I am feeling? Hmmmm. Not sure. Writing practice? Communication with the outside world? Laziness in writing emails to my friends about hum drum day to day thoughts? I will muster up a better response and continue this later. if you have any thoughts on the subject please send them to me at yblog@katyshea.com.

I am home tonight looking out at the ocean, gray and steady as always. Scallops are on the stove cooling from the broiler and it is time for me to stop this infernal blogging and work on my job hunt. My resume awaits. Thanks for reading. It really is always a joy to post.