I have a couple of things today. The first and most important of which is another response to the infamous "where am I going" rant. Another very good friend of mine has been kind enough to chip in her two cents. She describes her take as "depressing" I would be more inclined to say frank. Either way, you have been warned.

Go forth and enjoy it's e-goodness and then, as usual, come back here. I will need your necessarily divided attention.

We are legion! KH's well-written essay makes me wonder why it is so many of us seem to feel this way. It's not unique, I'm sure... I just can't get anyone but our generation to talk about it. Come on boomers, let's hear it. Did you feel this way when you were in your twenties?

Where does this rootlessness and lack of direction come from? I think part of it stems from an increased awareness of self. More people seem to realize that life's too short to just chug through blindly. With this comes the confusion. When you decide not to follow the well-worn get a job, get married, and have kids path suddenly YOU HAVE TO MAKE CHOICES. I'm not saying that you have become a fearless explorer striking off for parts unknown. It is not heroism, it's just different. You no longer have even a basic structure. It's free-form. It's hard.

One of these choices, of course, is to do nothing. I'm thinking this may be the easiest and most dangerous choice of them all. Stagnation is a no-op.

Maybe we all think too much about it. Thinking is necessary but too much can lead to immobilization. I, personally, have a tremendous problem with this. I tend to think about things so much, carefully weighing all sides of the issue and considering as many options and outcomes as I can think of, that I eventually lose the momentum necessary to act. I'm going to whine for a second here. Maybe it would be nice to be a little dumber. I would never realize that there were any more complicated or risky choices.

Anyway... On to other things.

Darren turned me on to a new topic today: yuppie kitchens. This is very interesting to me and I have to say, I kind of approve. There is something reassuring about the idea of kitchen as status symbol. If you ask yourself what is essential to your day to day existence a few things come to mind: "others", breathing, sleeping, and eating. I believe that since you have to do all of these things you might as well do them with style. Don't skimp on electrostatic return-air filters or air cleaners. Don't settle for a bad mattress or bed-clothes. And, last but not least, don't screw around when preparing food.

One caveat: there is a HUGE difference between a showpiece kitchen and a living, breathing, working kitchen. This is important. If you think you're going to impress me with a hundred-thousand dollar kitchen you never cook in, you are sadly mistaken.

What got me off on this is this link:

Kitchen Fun

I love this page. Uppity yet practical. Can life get any better? I submit that it can not. ;)

That's enough for right now. Perhaps I'll have more to say this evening. Be safe.

Some stuff

Big thanks to KH for dropping me a letter. *hugs* :)

Trent quote: "Mmmmrrrreeeoooooowwwww". At least I think that's what he said. In fact, I'm sure of it. Weird.

For those of you that have never heard Soul Coughing, give them a listen next time you use the napper or hit the music store. Sadly, they are no longer a band, per se. Ah well. It's probably for the best. Their final album was mediocre. Ruby Vroom and Irresistable Bliss, however, were wonderful.

A badass web comic: www.demisecomics.com -- it's weird, stylish, and very funny. Thanks Scott, for the great strip.

Geek stuff: If you code, know a little about OO, and are alive go read Design Patterns. I don't know how many times I've seen that title and blown it off as some dry manager-targeted book. It's not. Seminal reading. pf3er it.

Can anyone explain to me what the hell happened to the Chili Peppers. They used to be terrifyingly funky and some of the most musical fun you could have. The last two albums, however, have been almost melancholy and, dare I say it, introspective. I miss the old, in-yer-face, RHCP. Come back guys, you are loved.

"Uncontrollable notes from her snow-white throat fill the space in which two bodies float. Operatic by voice, a fanatic by choice, aromatic is the flower, must be poision."

As always, if this sparks you or you want to share something with me, please do so.

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