giddy

after years of walking through the proverbial dating desert, i might have been just asked to dinner...?

it wasn't even a real invitation, it just organically kinda came up in conversation; don't even know if i like this guy. he seems normal, but could be a closet jerk, who knows! i might end up in a ditch somewhere in orange county...

...still. it's nice to get asked, right.

in the works: a pseudo-redo of a Geren Ford top that was generously gifted to me by a bestie. when i took the scissors to that thing it hurt just to think of what it cost full price....

on rotation:

overwhelming/underwhelming

lotsa personal ish bubbling to the surface today. mostly due to my failure as a person.

perhaps it was that feeling that compelled this:

excuse my hot mess of a room.

i recently became obsessed with the idea of owning a thin layering sweater. because believe it or not, a full closet and i don't have one. i was making a therapeutic trip to Goodwill when i saw this XXL polo. just made of the softest, most delicate merino wool i have ever felt in my LIFE. the tag is some italian name. picture does not do it justice. those crafty italians.

o hai, jennifer connelly

this is what's selling at american apparel at like $30-50 a pop. so, like Dane Cook in that comedy central special where he talks about snakes, i thought: "why not me...!!"

wow what an incredibly boring picture

body and sleeves resized, sewn into a raglan sweater pattern, original ribbing at the bottom. the collar material was the polo collar cut lengthwise then doubled over. this was the most difficult part because i foolishly did not work off a pattern and decided to wing it, thus resulting in huge miscalculations about the fabric drape and neck opening length. you can wing it with cooking, but not with sewing.

anyway. a couple hours later, $5 bucks, "new" "AA" sweater. go me. back to my patheticness. at least i'll be warm.

off-day

not even gonna try picture-taking today; there was a mandatory event at school so i had to wear the boring career-wear. then back home to study under the covers.

can i just say though...the kill bill movies get better and better with every watching! ...i really should move them off my hard drive so i stop watching them :( i like the attention to detail. though on occasion a glass poured only a quarter-full will appear in the next shot to be nearly full, stuff like that. what's the name of the person that takes care of continuity in movies? yeah that person kinda dropped the ball in a few places. ...am i totally placing myself in Comic Book Guy nerd-territory with that remark? i'm not an a-hole, i swear.

clothes talk

LOVE love loving: high waisted black silk shorts scored at goodwill for 4.50. finally!! i get some of the luck that so many thrift bloggers seem to have like every single day.

IRKED: please stop with the open toed booties. no matter what i do they always remind me of hobo shoes in old cartoons. the kind they stir into their mulligan soup over an oil-drum fire. stop dressing like a hobo!!!

dead like

in three, maybe four days, i finished the only two seasons of the 2003-4 show Dead Like Me, a dramedy about an 18-year-old girl who dies and comes back as a grim reaper who must harvest souls daily while simultaneously trying to lead an inconspicuous, innocuous American life. it was a terribly written show. great creativity and unique ideas, but clumsy storytelling, like a parent trying to give their tween The Talk.
i've noticed this theme in shows i've been watching lately: the theme of soul reapers. shinigami. specifically, in Bleach, Death Note. It is not surprising that this theme be prevalent among Japanese anime; the culture is deeply rooted in spirituality, and the blurring between the living world and the afterlife is a common subject of discourse. this is not so common in the america's puritan roots, which makes Dead Like Me somewhat of a surprise to the average american viewer. and i think that's part of why the show swings and misses so much. in japan, there is a relatively homogenous view of the afterlife, and what happens to souls after they die. here, in our proverbial melting pot, what direction to go? it's like launching a ship into outerspace. there are literally infinite number of courses to take, and the writers, i think, tried to reach for all of them, became overloaded, and ended up in limbo.
aside from pondering the cultural differences between this media's approach to life and death, i guess i wanted to try to learn something from all this television. the one universal thread upon which this conceit is based is this: what is our meaning in life? "chelsea, you aren't seriously trying to find the answer to your problems through tv, are you?" well, sure, why not? it would justify eating that entire bag of banana chips because i was sitting in front of my laptop all day. i found it to be a vehicle for thought experiments; bringing up of certain situations, and trying to apply them to my own life. looking at the characters in these stories and figuring out which qualities of the human condition i liked and disliked. wishing on and off that i could be dead like them.

words from a living legend

Accepting the death of osteopathy opens the way to a new-found inspiration that replaces an old pattern of grief. We have all lived in despair most of our professional lives, watching osteopathy be defiled, degraded, forgotton, and turned more and more into an allopathic clone. My goal in speaking is not to degrade, but to state the facts that we all know are true. I am not speaking out of anger, but out of love for the true spirit of osteopathy. I am also speaking out of the desire to see it living again....

...Osteopathy has died. All that remains is an empty skeleton of a dynamic gift we were once given. The essence of osteopathy is gone, extinguished. Today, we are relating to a ghost, co-dependently and neurotically fixated upon imitating allopathic medicine.

Many believe this is an illusion; they think that imitating allopathic medicine is an evolution for the profession. It is not an evolution. It is cloning. It is completely irresponsible to the suffering individuals in this world to reduce their options for healthcare, for healing.

Osteopathy is an alternative method of practicing medicine. It was founded by an MD who saw the necessity for a safer, more holistic profession. Osteopathy was a gift to humanity. It was there to help. We have allowed ourselves to fail in our responsibilities to our fellow man...Osteopathy is gone. It has died. Many will point to OMM as Osteopathy; however useful, OMM is not osteopathy. Osteopathic practice is for the treatment of all diseases, not just somatic dysfunction of the neuromusculoskeletal system. OMM and the AAO are in fact the only campfires still burning on the vigilant plains of waiting...for a change to free Osteopathy, to allow it to resurrect itself to serve humanity...

The few students who really want Osteopathy and who don't lie on their applications spend their free time trying to find Osteopathy -- but it's gone. [The school administrations] do not understand that they are not giving the general public the gift of Osteopathy; the schools are teaching allopathic medicine. ...we NEED the alternative of Osteopathy.

But the dilemma is: who remembers...the full sense of Osteopathy.

Dr. James Jealous DO

My life has been one great big joke, a dance that's walked a song that's spoke, I laugh so hard I almost choke when I think about myself.
maya angelou