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July 9, 1997 2:02PM EST Well, yesterday I was thoughtful/pensive and full of things to say. Today I feel empty. Not just brain dead, but empty. If you took an EKG, my brain waves probably wouldn't be doing much of anything, just kind of looping incessantly to show that I'm still alive. So, my submission is up at olio. It feels so strange to have something up in a public forum after looking and listening for so long. After all the nattering and worrying that I did, boom, there it is. And a few responses have been made and they're interesting to read. Why do I get so nervous about these kinds of things? It's kind of like stage fright in miniature. Why is ridicule interpreted as a danger by our survival instincts causing a panic reaction? Is being criticized all that dangerous? Why can't we just hold strong to our faith in oursevles? Hmm I guess I do actually have some thoughts in this old brain of mine. It must be the heat that's making me feel so ... lax. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's another hot humid day in Washington DC. Surprise, surprise, surprise. I'm looking forward to listening to the latest in the collection of 80's CD's I've been accumulating over the past few months. It just arrived courtesy of the office mail-guy, René. This is one is from 1983 and has Culture Club's "Time", David Bowie's "China Girl", Kajagoogoo's "Too Shy" and "True" by Spandau Ballet. I would play it now, but my boombox is still at home after the 4th of July and I haven't brought it back to the office yet. Ahhh, how I love to revel in the glorious sounds of my late childhood. All you disbelievers out there, go listen to some 80's music and lighten up for a bit:) |