So, for the first time in years, literally, I picked up my tarot deck. I haven't done a reading since probably sophomore year of college? Actually, further back than that...maybe senior year of high school? It's been a long time. Needless to say, I did 3 readings and all were pretty accurate. One I did on myself (yeah yeah, I know, you aren't supposed to read on yourself but I mainly do that for practice so I can remember the meanings of the cards) and that turned out to be scarily accurate. I've never actually been able to do an accurate reading on myself before. I think because I know what I'm thinking or what I'm going through better than anyone else the cards never seem to fit unless I stretch their meaning. Tonight wasn't the case though, it was dead on every time. Creepy. Then I read for a friend of mine who I haven't spoken to in months. He accused me of spying on him because even though we hadn't talked, I was still really accurate. Then I did one on one of my close friends and that one turned out pretty accurate to but he says that's because I know him and what's going on in his life.
So my question is, what do you think of tarot? Is it really a way to see the future?
For me, tarot isn't about reading the future. The cards that deal with the future I actually tend not to focus on. Because honestly, that's a shot in the dark. I think I do that because honestly, I don't believe that we have a set fate. So trying to read what the future is is a useless endeavor. What our future will be today could be different tomorrow after we've made some decision that we think may be completely unimportant. What I like about tarot is it helps people understand their motivations, their fears, and how their environment is affecting them. Sometimes it brings to light things that people weren't really thinking about but end up making sense in the grand scheme of things. I prefer to do readings around a certain subject. I'm not one of those people who will be like "okay, let's read about your life!" Because in life there are just so many options and so many ways you can skew things and make them fit how you want them to. I prefer asking them to think of a specific situation they want to know more about. Be it getting into school, a relationship, a job...something like that. With that starting point it's easier to stop yourself from going off on some random tangent because you think it sounds cool. Speaking of tangents...there I go again.
What I find most interesting about tarot actually has nothing to do with the querent...or the person you're reading for. It actually says a lot about the person reading. You could give two people who read tarot the exact same set of cards and both will come up with totally different readings. That's the way the cards are set up. There are several options as far as meaning so it's up to the reader to pick the one they think makes the most sense or is the most likely. I would say I'm a relatively optimistic reader. For example, the fool card can mean either an individual who is unconventional but believes in him or herself so completely that they persevere regardless of the fact that they are "strange". It means faith in oneself. On the other side, the fool card can signify calamity. The fool is walking close to the edge of a cliff. He is heading for tragedy and is too naive, unobservant, or stupid to realize it. I almost ALWAYS pick the first of the two. In some scenarios it's clear that it's the second option but when there's a chance it could go both ways, I always pick the positive.
Basically, I look at tarot as not some mystical way of seeing into the future. For me, it's about reading people. And I think the more you understand people the better a reader you are. And, it's really fun too. I mean, I love doing it. It's interesting, it's something that not everyone can do, and it's a way to kill time.
So...thoughts? Opinions? Am I totally crazy?
2.26.2007
Blog now or blog at work? That is the question...
I thought about waiting until work on Tuesday to blog about the past weekend but...seeing as I'm about as bored right now as I get at work, I figure it's better to write about it when things are still fresh in my mind.
Friday was relatively chill...basically stayed at home, did laundry, and watched a movie with the roommate. It was cold outside and he was still kinda sick so staying in was probably the best idea. Not to mention, Saturday turned out to be much more tiring than I had predicted so it was nice to have a little down time before hand.
Saturday began relatively early (for me) and after snoozing my alarm one too many times (my alarm is so obnoxious it kills me) I got out of bed and headed for my first voice lesson. It was really fun and very...how shall we say...educational? One thing that was sorta confusing though was basically, this voice teacher taught me pretty much the opposite of what my old voice teacher taught me and I'm finding it hard to switch between the two styles. Ah well...I'll live. It was really great getting back into the whole singing thing though it made me realize even more than I already have that I really really need to quit smoking. I have zero breath support which is bad. Maybe after I get back from San Fran. Going over there to visit Julie and Kim whilst trying to quit sounds like a recipe for misery to me.
After the voice lesson I went to Barnes and Noble in the Pru and browsed a couple of books before meeting up with Zen and heading to the ice skating rink. I've never ice skated in Boston before (and have actually not ice skated AT ALL in over 7 years) so it was interesting. I was a teensy bit scared I was going to slip and land flat on my ass but that didn't happen so hooray! Looks like ice skating is really something you don't forget. Though, I'm sure when I was a wee 5 year old studying figure skating I was much more graceful than I am now.
Afterwards we headed over to Harvard and had dinner at Uno's. I was sooooo hungry it wasn't even funny. I actually almost finished one of those ginormous portions they have at Uno's. Yeah yeah...that might not sound like a feat to most people but I am very small. And my stomach is even smaller. Unless it's cookies. I have the stomach of a 300 lbs woman when it comes to cookies.
Anyway...the day was fun and the company was great so Saturday was a good day. Except when I came home I was so tired that I almost passed out at 11. THAT is a miracle. I didn't (I actually ended up staying up till around 3) but the point is that I COULD have slept at 11 had I chosen to.
Sunday was fun and consisted of going to Harvard for dinner and losing spectacularly at trivia. Team Last Place is the coolest. I think by the final question, when we had lost 10 points for answering the questions wrong, we had fewer points than the people who left 3/4ths of the way through the game. Haha...we rule. Seriously... anyone who knows anything about sports or random television facts should definitely join us for trivia on Sundays because we SUCK at that stuff. Give us toys and current events any day over that crap. =P
It was a good weekend though and I'm definitely not looking forward to Monday. I'm pretty sure I have a major assignment due that I'm totally forgetting about. Oh well...guess I'll find out!
Friday was relatively chill...basically stayed at home, did laundry, and watched a movie with the roommate. It was cold outside and he was still kinda sick so staying in was probably the best idea. Not to mention, Saturday turned out to be much more tiring than I had predicted so it was nice to have a little down time before hand.
Saturday began relatively early (for me) and after snoozing my alarm one too many times (my alarm is so obnoxious it kills me) I got out of bed and headed for my first voice lesson. It was really fun and very...how shall we say...educational? One thing that was sorta confusing though was basically, this voice teacher taught me pretty much the opposite of what my old voice teacher taught me and I'm finding it hard to switch between the two styles. Ah well...I'll live. It was really great getting back into the whole singing thing though it made me realize even more than I already have that I really really need to quit smoking. I have zero breath support which is bad. Maybe after I get back from San Fran. Going over there to visit Julie and Kim whilst trying to quit sounds like a recipe for misery to me.
After the voice lesson I went to Barnes and Noble in the Pru and browsed a couple of books before meeting up with Zen and heading to the ice skating rink. I've never ice skated in Boston before (and have actually not ice skated AT ALL in over 7 years) so it was interesting. I was a teensy bit scared I was going to slip and land flat on my ass but that didn't happen so hooray! Looks like ice skating is really something you don't forget. Though, I'm sure when I was a wee 5 year old studying figure skating I was much more graceful than I am now.
Afterwards we headed over to Harvard and had dinner at Uno's. I was sooooo hungry it wasn't even funny. I actually almost finished one of those ginormous portions they have at Uno's. Yeah yeah...that might not sound like a feat to most people but I am very small. And my stomach is even smaller. Unless it's cookies. I have the stomach of a 300 lbs woman when it comes to cookies.
Anyway...the day was fun and the company was great so Saturday was a good day. Except when I came home I was so tired that I almost passed out at 11. THAT is a miracle. I didn't (I actually ended up staying up till around 3) but the point is that I COULD have slept at 11 had I chosen to.
Sunday was fun and consisted of going to Harvard for dinner and losing spectacularly at trivia. Team Last Place is the coolest. I think by the final question, when we had lost 10 points for answering the questions wrong, we had fewer points than the people who left 3/4ths of the way through the game. Haha...we rule. Seriously... anyone who knows anything about sports or random television facts should definitely join us for trivia on Sundays because we SUCK at that stuff. Give us toys and current events any day over that crap. =P
It was a good weekend though and I'm definitely not looking forward to Monday. I'm pretty sure I have a major assignment due that I'm totally forgetting about. Oh well...guess I'll find out!
2.23.2007
Who should decide what our kids read?
This is something I actually meant to post a few nights ago but I ended up getting distracted by a couple of things (most people realize I have the attention span of a fruit fly) so I'm going to post it now while procrastinating at work.
We were talking about the scandal surrounding the most recent Newbury medal winner "The Higher Power of Lucky" (something about the word "scrotum" being used in it...if you haven't read the article go here) in one of my classes on Wednesday and we got into this discussion about banned books and who gets to choose what our children read. While under the first amendment, it's illegal to ban any book, many schools/teachers/parents find ways to take books off of library shelves. Schools can argue that the book doesn't fit within their curriculum thus they have no need for it. Teachers are able to decide what books they keep in their classrooms and which ones they leave out. Parents can opt their children out of reading certain assigned books if they find the material offensive. In some cases, people have been known to either check out "offensive" books from the library and never return them or simply steal them to prevent others from having access to them. And that's not even the most extreme of cases. A few years ago, in the Massachusetts area, a case was filed by a parent over the reading of a children's book some deem "controversial" called "King and King" (basically there's a prince who can't seem to fall in love with any princesses and ends up falling in love with a prince instead). This parent basically sued the teacher and school district for violating his rights or something. It was pretty ridiculous but those are the levels many people will go to to get books taken out of classrooms or off the shelves.
Other books that have been "banned" or deemed "controversial" in the past include: "The Giver", "Bridge to Teribithia", and "Halloween ABC". I personally loved "Bridge to Teribithia" and I don't understand AT ALL what's so controversial about it...I mean, it's sad but a lot of books are sad. (To see a list of some of the banned books go here.)
But anyway, my question is, who should get the final say as to what our children read? Not for leisure but in schools. Should it be the parents? The teacher? The principal? Whose job is it to decide?
We were talking about the scandal surrounding the most recent Newbury medal winner "The Higher Power of Lucky" (something about the word "scrotum" being used in it...if you haven't read the article go here) in one of my classes on Wednesday and we got into this discussion about banned books and who gets to choose what our children read. While under the first amendment, it's illegal to ban any book, many schools/teachers/parents find ways to take books off of library shelves. Schools can argue that the book doesn't fit within their curriculum thus they have no need for it. Teachers are able to decide what books they keep in their classrooms and which ones they leave out. Parents can opt their children out of reading certain assigned books if they find the material offensive. In some cases, people have been known to either check out "offensive" books from the library and never return them or simply steal them to prevent others from having access to them. And that's not even the most extreme of cases. A few years ago, in the Massachusetts area, a case was filed by a parent over the reading of a children's book some deem "controversial" called "King and King" (basically there's a prince who can't seem to fall in love with any princesses and ends up falling in love with a prince instead). This parent basically sued the teacher and school district for violating his rights or something. It was pretty ridiculous but those are the levels many people will go to to get books taken out of classrooms or off the shelves.
Other books that have been "banned" or deemed "controversial" in the past include: "The Giver", "Bridge to Teribithia", and "Halloween ABC". I personally loved "Bridge to Teribithia" and I don't understand AT ALL what's so controversial about it...I mean, it's sad but a lot of books are sad. (To see a list of some of the banned books go here.)
But anyway, my question is, who should get the final say as to what our children read? Not for leisure but in schools. Should it be the parents? The teacher? The principal? Whose job is it to decide?
2.20.2007
If I take a nap do you think anyone'll notice??
I'm at work...exhausted and bored. My supervisor went home so I'm screwing around on the computer. I can't believe I have a class after this. Seriously...someone just kill me now. I didn't get much sleep last night...kept having these really strange/nightmarish dreams about some demon girl or something. Nightmares definitely do not make for a restful night. Anyway...I'm gonna stop my bitching.
I was reading this article on CNN about this disturbing trend of teenagers killing or attacking homeless people. They call it killing for sport or something. Apparently, the number of teens participating in this activity was at its highest last year. It completely boggles my mind. I mean, I remember being a teenager, it wasn't that long ago, and I do remember being angsty and moody and bitchy more often than not but I never wanted to KILL someone. I mean, I may have said on occassion "I'm going to kill him/her!" but it was never a serious statement. It makes me fear for the future of our society...seriously. Sure, adolescent brains are less developed than adult brains (specifically in the area that's responsible for understanding consequences) but...I thought that normally lead to having sex too young or drinking alcohol and trying pot. I mean, those things are NORMAL. Killing people? Not so normal. Anyway, you should read the article. I myself found it quite disturbing...but maybe that's just because I'm naive and still like to believe in the good in people. I wonder if I'm a total idiot.
I was reading this article on CNN about this disturbing trend of teenagers killing or attacking homeless people. They call it killing for sport or something. Apparently, the number of teens participating in this activity was at its highest last year. It completely boggles my mind. I mean, I remember being a teenager, it wasn't that long ago, and I do remember being angsty and moody and bitchy more often than not but I never wanted to KILL someone. I mean, I may have said on occassion "I'm going to kill him/her!" but it was never a serious statement. It makes me fear for the future of our society...seriously. Sure, adolescent brains are less developed than adult brains (specifically in the area that's responsible for understanding consequences) but...I thought that normally lead to having sex too young or drinking alcohol and trying pot. I mean, those things are NORMAL. Killing people? Not so normal. Anyway, you should read the article. I myself found it quite disturbing...but maybe that's just because I'm naive and still like to believe in the good in people. I wonder if I'm a total idiot.
Why am I such an insomniac?
It's 4:16 am. I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing up seeing as I have work and class tomorrow and I need to be rested for it but...I'm never tired when I should be I guess.
I'm thinking about writing a fantasy book. Yeah yeah, I know, if you know me you know I talk about writing things all the time and don't end up doing it. I mean I still have drafts lying around of the children's story I tried to write (both of them) as well as a couple of short stories that are done but by no means final copies. But...this is kind of different. It's not different in the sense that I know I'll actually have the motivation to finish it (I'm hoping that'll happen but...knowing me...I'll probably forget all about this in a week) but it's a story that I have pretty much all figured out (as opposed to having an idea but not knowing how to write it out at all.) And there's a reason I have it all figured out but...that reason probably isn't something I want people I don't know knowing about so I'm just gonna keep it to myself for the time being, but if you're one of my friends, feel free to ask and maybe, if I like you, I'll tell you ;).
I guess mostly, something my mom said is resonating with me as far as my writing goes. While I think she grossly overestimates my talent, she did say that if I didn't write this down and one day forgot about it, I would regret it. And she's probably right. But it's just the discipline that goes into writing an actual book...I don't know if I have that. I mean, I write poetry all the time but that's because it's shorter and easier to finish in one sitting. I find that if I don't finish in one sitting or in a designated amount of time, I totally lose interest and end up thinking about something else. I know when I was a teenager I had two stories I was working on that I never finished. And these were long manuscripts. Both were over 100 pages when I gave up on them. Though "gave up" is the wrong word. When I forgot about them. And since then, the hard drive they were saved on has been destroyed so I guess they'll never be finished (and I honestly can't really remember what they were about.)
Anyway...I'm not sure what I'm talking about really. It's late...I should sleep...I feel bad for you if you actually read through that entire senseless rant. You should probably expect that a lot if you read my blogs. I have a hard time focusing my thoughts when I'm blogging so I tend to just write whatever I'm thinking. It's a problem because I'm not witty or funny like my friends are when they blog but hey, at least I'm honest right? That's gotta count for something.
I'm thinking about writing a fantasy book. Yeah yeah, I know, if you know me you know I talk about writing things all the time and don't end up doing it. I mean I still have drafts lying around of the children's story I tried to write (both of them) as well as a couple of short stories that are done but by no means final copies. But...this is kind of different. It's not different in the sense that I know I'll actually have the motivation to finish it (I'm hoping that'll happen but...knowing me...I'll probably forget all about this in a week) but it's a story that I have pretty much all figured out (as opposed to having an idea but not knowing how to write it out at all.) And there's a reason I have it all figured out but...that reason probably isn't something I want people I don't know knowing about so I'm just gonna keep it to myself for the time being, but if you're one of my friends, feel free to ask and maybe, if I like you, I'll tell you ;).
I guess mostly, something my mom said is resonating with me as far as my writing goes. While I think she grossly overestimates my talent, she did say that if I didn't write this down and one day forgot about it, I would regret it. And she's probably right. But it's just the discipline that goes into writing an actual book...I don't know if I have that. I mean, I write poetry all the time but that's because it's shorter and easier to finish in one sitting. I find that if I don't finish in one sitting or in a designated amount of time, I totally lose interest and end up thinking about something else. I know when I was a teenager I had two stories I was working on that I never finished. And these were long manuscripts. Both were over 100 pages when I gave up on them. Though "gave up" is the wrong word. When I forgot about them. And since then, the hard drive they were saved on has been destroyed so I guess they'll never be finished (and I honestly can't really remember what they were about.)
Anyway...I'm not sure what I'm talking about really. It's late...I should sleep...I feel bad for you if you actually read through that entire senseless rant. You should probably expect that a lot if you read my blogs. I have a hard time focusing my thoughts when I'm blogging so I tend to just write whatever I'm thinking. It's a problem because I'm not witty or funny like my friends are when they blog but hey, at least I'm honest right? That's gotta count for something.
2.19.2007
These shoes are 300 Fucking Dollars...let's get 'em
This is one of the most fucked up videos ever. My friend introduced me to this craziness so I thought I'd share it with all of you. No, we're not crazy. We're just "eccentric".
2.18.2007
And I'm back...
So after months of not posting anything up here, I've returned. Mostly because I have a few friends who have blogs on blogspot (if you wanna see a really funny blog about the economic impact of finding a boyfriend you should definitely go here) so I figure..might as well use this site.
This weekend has been relatively uneventful unless you count slipping on the ice and smashing my face into the corner of my sliding door "eventful". Lately it feels like the weekdays and the weekends sorta blend together.
Anyway...if you're bored, like me, you should check this game out. It's so ridiculous...and completely mind numbing but whatever.
Oh yeah, and Kong Hee Fatt Choy (or Happy Chinese New Year if you have no idea what I'm talking about.) It's the year of the pig. According to Ben's suspicious aunt, if you were born during the year of the pig you shouldn't trust your friends...or something. It was something like that.
This weekend has been relatively uneventful unless you count slipping on the ice and smashing my face into the corner of my sliding door "eventful". Lately it feels like the weekdays and the weekends sorta blend together.
Anyway...if you're bored, like me, you should check this game out. It's so ridiculous...and completely mind numbing but whatever.
Oh yeah, and Kong Hee Fatt Choy (or Happy Chinese New Year if you have no idea what I'm talking about.) It's the year of the pig. According to Ben's suspicious aunt, if you were born during the year of the pig you shouldn't trust your friends...or something. It was something like that.
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