I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous — everyone hasn't met me yet. ~Rodney Dangerfield


Friday, April 18, 2014

Insomnia and Me: 5 Things I've learned before 5:00am - Part XVII

1) Ain't no burn like a Don Draper burn.
2) Whenever I'm feeling down or in need of guidance, I think of the big guy upstairs and his words give me comfort. "We all have ways of coping. I use sex and awesomeness." ~Alec Baldwin
3) Not sure if the Cat-Shaming website shames cats...or us.
4) The best line from Comedy Central's Roast of Stephen Hawking: "I. See. That. Andy. Dick. Is. Here. Tonight. I. Presume. He. Wants. Me. To. Tell. Him. How. A. Black. Hole. Swallowed. His. Career...No. No. I. Kid. Andy. It's. Not. Fair. To. Make. Fun. Of. People. With. Disabilities. Boom. Roasted."

5) I'm currently working on a political piece that's a comprehensive commentary examining how the changing roles of women and religion affect DC politics—

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Bipolar and Me and Me: 5 Things I've Learned about Bipolar II Disorder - Part II

1) Get familiar with your medications, their side effects and alternative treatments. And don't expect anyone who looks like Bradley Cooper or Jennifer Lawrence to show up at your support group meetings.
2) The Oh Brother Where Art Thou? scene with 
George Nelson is one of the most accurate cinematic representations of a Bipolar mood shift I've ever seen.
3) A little humor, can be a lot of help.


4) "Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of, but stigma and bias shame us all." ~Bill Clinton.
5) Every day mania and depression will battle for dominance over your mood, emotions, and
 mental well being. They'll tell you no one understands you, that things will never improve, that the world would be better off without you. Mental illness is the most skilled liar you'll ever meet. "Happiness is a choice. You have to choose it – and you have to fight for it."¬™ Always be fighting. (Key: Balrog = mental illness, Gandalf = us)

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Insomnia and Me: 5 Things I've learned before 5:00am - Part XVI

1) Talamakuy is an anual practice by the inhabitants of Chumbivilcas Province near Cuzco in Peru. During the festival, which occurs on December 25th, individuals are encouraged to drink and fight one another to settle old conflicts.
2) "
Lisa's Sax" is the third episode of The Simpsons' ninth season. In a series of flashbacks, the viewer learns the origin of Lisa's saxophone. The episode ends with Lisa's performance of Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street."
3) This horse from Turkey was announced the most
beautiful horse in the world.


But is he single?
4) Will Shortz, the crossword puzzle editor for The New York Times, is the only person known to hold a college degree in enigmatology, or the study of puzzles.
5) The number one side effect of the medication Seroquel is "comical" weight gain. But I haven't noticed.



Sunday, March 23, 2014

Bipolar and Me and Me: 5 Things I've Learned about Bipolar II Disorder

1) About 2.5% of the U.S. population suffers from some form of bipolar disorder – nearly 6 million people. So we're in good company.

2) The psychiatrist I'd been seeing for the past th
ree years misdiagnosed my condition. He was less like a medical doctor, and more like the doctors in Spies Like Us.
3) Bipolar II is pretty trendy these days. As a result, it's earned the false reputation as the milder, more fun younger brother of Bipolar I. Like the kind of easygoing mental illness you could have a beer with. The reality is, Bipolar II is different from Bipolar I but still equally severe.

4) Studies have shown a link between Bipolar Disorder and Creativity. But when I enact a full performance of The Pirates of Penzance with my cats, it's still considered "weird."
5) "If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance." ~George Bernard Shaw

Monday, March 10, 2014

Just Deduce It

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are on a camping trip. Around 3:00am, Holmes nudges Watson and asks, "Watson, look up into the sky and tell me what you see."

Watson said, "I see stars."

Holmes asks, "And, what does that tell you?"

Watson replies, "Astronomically, it tells me there are millions of galaxies. Theologically, it tells me that we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it tells me tomorrow will be a beautiful day. What does it tell you, Holmes?"

Holmes retorts, "That someone has stolen our tent."



Not sure if in love with Sherlock Holmes.....or with Robert Downy Jr.

Known for astute logical reasoning, use of disguise, and forensic science skills, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson were a Law & Order Grisly 19th Century Homicide Unit.

What is it about the Watson-Holmes match-up that makes it so effective? The success of this twosome is more than just simply two Industrial Age bros joining fo
rces to create the ultimate crime-solving team. I theorize that a yin and yang dynamic is fundamental to a successful partnership. And when it comes to relationships, you're either a Sherlock Holmes or a Dr. Watson.

Show your work.


The Cat Ambassador Program recently discovered an odd couple pairing between young cheetahs and Anatolian Shepherd puppies. Their contrasting but unexpectedly symbiotic personalities make this union more effective than it is adorable. The shepherd's steady disposition neutralizes the naturally tweaky cheetah, while the cheetah's energy stimulates the mellow shepherd.



The result is so sweet, I could stir it into my morning coffee. While the use of cross-species experimentation is perhaps better suited for wildlife conservation than dating, the concept strikes a cord. In relationships, how do we choose what we need in a partner rather than what we want?


If you examine your own relationship, spend an evening with a couple, or crouch in the bushes spying on my married neighbors, you'll quickly discover a Watson/Holmes balance appears in every successful relationship.

Where Holmes is calculated, Watson is intuitive. When Holmes is methodical, W
atson is visceral. A Holmes-Holmes match is oppressively analytical while a Watson-Watson pairing lacks grounding and direction. But once you place Holmes in the driver seat, you'll find Watson content to navigate this union off into the sunset.

Or at least as far as the oddly homoerotic second movie.


Thursday, March 6, 2014

Insomnia and Me: 5 Things I've learned before 5:00am - Part XV

1) The zebra puzzle is a logic puzzle attributed to Albert Einstein. Allegedly only 2% of the population can solve it.
2) The Tenzing-Hillary Everest Marathon reaches heights of 18,200 feet. Participants spend three weeks in Nepal prior to the race to acclimate to the high altitude.
3) In 1918, the USS Cyclops
vanished without a trace within the area known as the Bermuda Triangle. The ship was carrying 306 crew and passengers at the time of its disappearance and neither the ship nor any survivors have ever been recovered
4) Michael Jordan's "Failure" Nike commercial is the most inspirational sports commercial of all time.
5) Chronic sleep deprivation can cause fatigue, daytime sleepiness, clumsiness, weight loss or gain as well as adverse affects on the brain and cognitive function. But don't worry. Dr. FluffyFur assures me it's alright.




Friday, February 14, 2014

Strange Loop

strange loop is a phenomenon in which, whenever movement is made upwards or downwards through the levels of some hierarchical system, the system unexpectedly arrives back where it started.

Been there, right? New Year's resolutions remind us of our strange loops each January 1st as we restart diets, reevaluate careers, or reawaken in my ex-boyfriend's bed.

While drafting my own resolution list earlier this year, I realized that the only wisdom I'd amassed from DC life was to never date anyone you work with and never eat a street vendor chili dog without wearing a safety layer. It seemed that, despite my efforts in the previous year, I was locked in a strange loop. It's like the old saying goes: watch Megashark versus Crocosaurus once, shame on Netflix, watch Megashark versus Crocosaurus twice, shame on me.

Usually I t
urn to wine for advice, but on this occasion I looked to the Greek philosopher Heraclitus who reminded me that "you could not step twice into the same river." Because the river is continually flowing, it's no longer the same river you'd stepped into before. And likewise one's self is similarly evolving, so you're no longer the same person who'd previously done the stepping.

In thirteen years of running, I've had only one truly devastating injury: the stress fracture of 2012. I was benched for solid six weeks. My long awaited return to running felt like I'd never run a day in my life. My gait was awkward, my stride was forced. I was terrified that after thirteen years of running, I might be starting from scratch. 

As it turned out, getting back into running was literally like riding a bike. No wait, figuratively like riding a bike. Within a few miles, my worries dissolved and years of muscle memory picked up right where they'd left off. 

It's comforting to remember that as I work my way through the levels of my own personal hierarchical system. No matter the obstacles we face, it's impossible for any of us to truly find ourselves right back where we started. 

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Don't Panic

What does a panic attack feel like?

Well, the long answer is complicated. Anxiety disorders, stress issues, and panic attacks tend to be greeted with a gigantic eye roll. I've heard panic attacks sarcastically described as the result of too many First World Problems. In fact, if you'd asked me 5-years ago what I thought of such conditions, I'd have placed them in the same category as chronic fatigue or fibromyalgia, not real medical conditions, simply the imagined aliment of people too lazy to get cancer.

Luckily, the universe finds it hilarious for me to get my comeuppance.

About three years ago, after a series of personal and professional misnomers, I started experiencing general anxiety. It was the persistent and unceasing sense that something terrible was about to happen. Like alien invasion terrible. Like entire family murdered by killer clowns terrible. Like The Godfather, Part III terrible.

At first, I tried to bully these symptoms into compliance with "To-Do" lists, schedules, and punishing Type-A self-criticism. If I could just fix everything that was wrong in my life, the feelings would go away right? But nothing relieved the feelings of impending dread and my endless stack of "To-Do" lists started to creep out my roommate. I worried that maybe I couldn't hack the stressful DC life anymore. That I was losing my mind, losing control, losing my sense of self.

So the short answer is that panic attacks feel enormous. Like the world is ending and it's all your fault. They're surreal, nightmarish episodes of intense panic and my heart goes out to everyone in the world who struggles with them. I think of my 5-years ago self who was so quick to criticize the condition and I'm terrified by her serial killer-like lack of empathy.

But I'd have gained nothing from the experience if I was too hard on her. Because I like to think that I'm strangely richer for it. Anxiety makes your world smaller. And you can't combat a shrinking world with intolerance or criticism. Nothing but positive, compassionate understanding can lead you out of the catacombs.

Am I a better person because of my panic attacks? I have to be.


Sunday, February 9, 2014

Insomnia and Me: 5 Things I've learned before 5:00am - Part XIV

1) Aces and Eights. They should always be split in Blackjack and are known as the Dead Man's Hand in poker.
2)
"Who's on first?" is a comedy routine made famous by Abbott and Costello.
3) Fake Name Generator gives you alias options by gender, nationality, and age range. Need a 
29 year old German who lives in South Africa? Meet Heike Kuester.
4) What's the best episode of How I
Met Your Mother? Any episode that features the "bang, bang, bangity-bang" song.
5) What does 2014 hold? Paul Krassner has your answers.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Blue Monday

January is a rough time of year. With its yuletide debt, post holiday weight gain, and temperatures as comforting as a Scottish dungeon, people find January so bleak that the last Monday of the month has been dubbed Blue Monday


To shake off this wintery slump, studies have shown that consciously practicing gratitude has a substantial impact on mood and overall happiness. Tallying the things that you're grateful for, no matter how big or small, can raise your spirits during the bleakest of winters. 

The hectic pace of DC makes it easy to overlook those tiny nuggets of happiness and good fortune in our lives. So in the spirit of appreciation, I took stock of 5 things that I'm grateful for:

  • Colored pencils.
  • Unlimited champagne when you get your nails done at Mimosa.
  • The Unicorn Commute: when the train arrives just as you get to the platform, no delays, and you get a seat. 
  • 13 years of running.
  • The judge throwing out my case due to Federal Rule of Civil Procedure 12(b)(2) lack of personal jurisdiction. The look on the Oklahoma State District Attorney's face was priceless. 

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Once when I was running

Once when I was running,
from all that haunted me;
To the dark I was succumbing,
to what hurt unbearably

Searching for the one thing,
that would set my sad soul free;

In time I would stumble upon it,
an inner calm and peace;
and now I am beginning,
to see and to believe,
in who I am becoming,
and all I’ve yet to be

~ Self Love, by Lang Leav

Insomnia and Me: 5 Things I've learned before 5:00am - Part XIII

1) How common or rare is your birthday?
2) 4'33" is a composition by composer John Cage. The performer does not speak or play an instrument during the piece, creating four min
utes and thirty-three seconds of silence.
3) There are two fish in a tank. One turns to the other and asks ''Where'd you learn to drive this thing?''
4) W
hen brain researcher Jill Bolte Taylor experienced a massive stroke, it was an opportunity to "study the brain from the inside out.
5) My blood type, AB Positive, is known as the "Universal Recipient" because we can receive blood from every other blood type but can only donate to other AB Positives. Universal Recipient  I haven't been called that since college.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

4:00am

There's nothing I love more than a good conspiracy therory, and as someone who often finds herself awake at 4:00am comtemplating the meaning of life or fearing there's an iron somewhere in the world that I've accidently left on, John Rives' saitriacal The 4 A.M. Mystery featured in the 2007 Ted Talks conference, is sharp, satisfying, and makes me wish I was doing something more interesting at 4:00am than eating Nutella straight out of the jar.   




Saturday, December 14, 2013

Insomnia and Me: 5 Things I've learned before 5:00am - Part XII

1) Leonardo da Vinci has an estimated IQ of 220. To put that in perspective, Albert Einstein's estimated IQ measured in at around 160.
2) 
Pirah√£ might be the world's most unusual language. Possessing just eight consonants and three vowels, it also has no system for counting.
3) Fat talk is 
a body-degrading self conversation that women engage in. Many theorize one of its causes is the consistent media message that celebrities and models represent the "ideal" or perfect female body. In reality, models are significantly thinner than 98% of the population.
4) In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, A stately pleasure-dome decree.

5) Don't hate the player, hate Unatav the alien overlord from the planet Zarton who started an intergalactic space feud. That guy is an asshole.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Santa Maybe

Nowadays, Santa's actions would be classified as criminally insane.

Yet as children we're told once a year — while we're asleep, mind you — a colorful lunatic is welcomed into our homes with the intent of punishing or rewarding us for our actions. How exactly does Santa determine what's considered naughty or nice? And what kind of quality control does he have for this list of his? Checking it twice? That's less than the number of times I checked my cell phone while I was writing this post. A poorly dressed madman with an animal fetish and an elf internment camp should not be responsible for determining the moral integrity of the gift receiving population. This isn't a Christmas Tale, it reads like an episode of Investigation Discovery.


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Put the Fish in the Freezer

I thought I'd heard every possible break up story my girlfriends could tell.

I was wrong. 


A friend of mine — ah yeah, you don't know her — had a relationship a few years back that she was pretty excited about. On a road trip with her man through the Virginia countryside, talk turned to the idea of buying a dog together. My friend jokingly suggested that they buy a cow instead. A few weeks later, he buys her a fish that he's named "Cow." Adorable right? 


A few weeks after that, seemingly out of the blue, he breaks up with her. My friend is devastated but retains custody of Cow. Fresh off the break-up, she felt she couldn't give Cow the home he deserved and asked her parents to adopt Cow. Soon after, Cow tragically passed away. I suspect suicide, he had a lot of his own stuff going on. Knowing how special Cow was to my friend, her father couldn't bring himself to simply flush Cow into fish heaven. So he puts Cow in the freezer.

Eventually he does break the news to my friend but she just wasn't emotionally ready to deal with Cow's death. So she has her dad put Cow back in the freezer where he stays for the next two years.

Holy symbolism Batman.

In relationships, how often do we put the fish in the freezer? 


From dodgy conversations about a relationship status, to moving in together, to having kids, to problems in the bedroom, it's always easier to simply put the fish in the freezer. And we have a laundry list of reasons for why it's better to avoid the issue: we don't want to start a fight, we need more time, heck, maybe the problem will work itself out, like a bad haircut or the conflicts in Egypt.  

In theory, your respective fish could stay in the freezer forever. In fact, recent studies found that 7 out of 10 households have the remains of a departed goldfish in their freezers. But when said fish is addressed, we all suddenly turn into teenagers caught with a bag of weed, "I'm, uh, just holding that for a friend!"

Saturday, November 23, 2013

The Pineapple People

The fruit were restless. The Apples were anxious. The Cantaloupes were concerned. The Bananas were bothered. The Peaches were prickly. 

The Pineapple People are coming…


Sunday, November 17, 2013

Palm Pilot

I got a palm reading the other day. I could say it was on a total whim, or that I don't really believe in that stuff, or that no baby I've never tried it before but with right guy I might be open to it, but that wouldn't be true. 

So the palm reading was not, in fact, my first foray into the occultic realm. Between palm readings, tarot cards, and aura cleanings I've spend a handful of dollars hoping for a glimpse into what my romantic future might hold. And while my little brother reminds me that this money could be better spent on pretty much anything besides crack, my most recent palm reader had an insight for me that I'd never heard before: she told me I'd already met my soulmate.

There was no need to flip through my mental Rolodex of exes, because everyone has the one that got away. Not got 
away due to some sort of epic relationship fall out, or his arraignment hearing, or because he finally found the key to your sex dungeon, but got away because something, maybe even something small or nameless, in the relationship didn't quite work out.

Ladies and gentleman
I'd like to present my potential lost soulmate:


        
Yeah, I know, you can't tell me anything I haven't already told myself each time I renew my Match subscription. 



Okay, Universe, I get it. He is very handsome. 

We were college sweethearts. He never hogged the covers and let me dance on his toes. He taught me how to how to change a timing belt and I encouraged him to run his first 5K. I made him laugh and he fielded my crazy like Joe DiMaggio. 

But it didn't work out. And looking back there wasn't anything we faced so insurmountable that it couldn't have been overcome on our path to soulmatedom. In fact, we had nothing really to overcome at all. 

So maybe he isn't my lost soulmate. Maybe you can't just lose a soulmate like a misplaced sweatshirt that turns up in a Goodwill lost and found years later. Maybe it's sharing our lives that's more important than our souls. After all, if Merriam-Webster doesn't recognize soulmates, is there any reason for the rest of us to? 

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Holidays and the City

I love love love the holiday season. The cooling temperatures, the spirit of giving, being fireman carried out of an open bar holiday party. It's like the city transforms from November to December. The pace slows down, priorities are reevaluated, even the homeless get festive with their street harassment. "Happy Holidays girl, you look so good I want to cut you like a Christmas ham."

So in honor of this special time of year, I present an ode to the Holidays in the DC:

When I left my hometown for a firm in DC,
"Good luck" they all said, "We know the bullshit you'll see."


All scoundrels and villains and rascals and crocks,
Who'd shut down an orphanage or cheat the account books.

All tricksters and jokers, whose insides are rotten,
And all of their niceness has been long been forgotten.

But I moved nonetheless, in spite of their jeers,
And my first holiday season, I swallowed my fears.

Would the holidays be treated as vile and strange?
Would they burn Christmas trees or pick my pockets for change?

But the city was....nice. A place Holidays could thrive,
When I'd expected its egos to crush them alive.

People were generous and that's just the start,
It was a city of merit, giving, and heart.

So the season in DC is a time of great cheer,
Happy Holidays to all and a Joyful New Year.


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

:):

Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again, but life goes on. ~Fred Jung

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Connecticut Avenue

"I am fighting God. Fighting the limitations he gave me. Fighting the pain. Fighting the unfairness. Fighting all the evil in me and the world. And I will not give in. I will conquer this Hill; and I will conquer it alone." ~George Sheehan

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Insomnia and Me: 5 Things I've learned before 5:00am - Part XI

1) Searching for a creative Halloween costume idea? I like the "Freudian Slip."
2) I am not clairvoyant.
3) Why is a raven like a writing desk? Spoiler alert: it's not.
4) I like my sugar with coffee and cream.
5) The Voynich Manuscript is a detailed 240-page book written in a language or script that is completely unidentifiable. It's theorized that the the language is a "peculiar double system of arithmetical progressions of a multiple alphabet" or the author wrote it after I'd had a few glasses of wine.


Sunday, October 13, 2013

Debt Feeling

If you're like me, words like "disaster," "crisis," and "fiasco" are only used after I've attended an open bar work function. 

But they've been tossed around a lot this October. So much so, it seems Republicans don't know the meaning of the word fear. But then they don't know the meanings of most words. Sure, they're getting a little carried away, the problem is it's never far enough. 

But I'm not concerned. After all, our founding fathers foresaw an abundance of potential congressional fuck ups and took precautions against them.


It's a little know fact that every statue in DC is subject to a powerful ancient enchantment activated by a primordial spell.

Amici nostri adversarii, insaniunt sicut Republicanas hatters. Habent orationis impedimentum pes eorum. Scio jus non vidi partis ire off hoc cursu cum Shackleton expeditione. Nunc autem excitaret homines et protegam civitatem nostram!

[Friends, our Republican adversaries are mad like hatters. They suffer from a speech impediment, their foot. I know right, I haven't seen a party go this off course since the Shackleton Expedition. But now awaken men and protect our city!!]

They will then fully animate and proceed to rummage through the pockets each WMA resident until the coffers are full.

Since October 17th is really a soft deadline for impending financial doom, it's fortunate we have such an effective back up plan. Like a parachute that opens on impact.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Conspiracy Nearly

Be it the Lindbergh baby, the Apollo 11 moon landing, or the notion that Breyers engineered Birthday Cake Ice Cream just to make me fat, throughout history there are certain events that have conspiracy theorists convinced the general public isn't being told the full story.

What exactly causes conspiracy theories to develop? And more importantly what makes some people believe even the most outlandish of them? As a self-proclaimed conspiracy theorist, I've found that particular incidents, due to their extremity, their shocking nature, or their sprinkle-filled deliciousness, trigger our spidey senses. Once stimulated, people are anxious for a resolution be it a hidden agenda or a government cover-up.

I've compiled three of my favorite ominous occasions and researched the most compelling evidence for, and the strongest rebuttals against, these respective conspiracies.


1) Apollo 11 Moon Landing

The smoking gun: From the C rock to the lack of stars to moon dust, a faked moon landing is like conspiracy theory Viagra. But it is interesting how the backgrounds in certain photos are so similar they're nearly identical, as though NASA used, or forgot to change, the same backdrops for different photos.

Time for your meds:  NASA has an overall solid case against the faux moon landing conspiracy. It's almost like there's a bunch of scientists over there. But it's film expert S.G. Collins whose knowledge about the technical capacities of filming in the late sixties who makes the conspiracy-dispelling statement that it would have been easier to actually go to the moon than to fake it on video.  


2) 9/11

The smoking gun: Your 9/11 conspiracy needs can be satisfied by the film Loose Change. Not being structural engineer, I couldn't point to anything unusual about how the towers fell, but I do love money and the extraordinary amount of put options placed on United and American Airlines stocks just days prior to 9/11 caught my attention. The mathematical odds that this event would occur randomly and independently of the 9/11 attack are so low they statistically don't exist.

Time for your meds:
Debunking the 9/11 conspiracies has become almost as popular as creating them. For me, the collapse of the Twin Towers, free from explosives or a controlled demolition proves that this horrible event wasn't internally manufactured.

3) Paul is Dead

The smoking gun: 
It would be easy to dismiss this theory that Paul McCartney secretly died in 1966 and was replaced by a look alike as the creative but insane result of the vast amounts of psychotropic drugs consumed in the sixties, if not for Gabriella Carlesi. In 2008, the Italian forensic pathologist specializing in the identification of people through craniometry or the comparison of skull features, analysed images of Paul McCartney before and after 1966 and found they did not match.

Time for your meds: Debunking Paul is dead for Dummies breaks this theory down piece by silly piece. For me, the most compelling evidence against this conspiracy is that there's simply no reason for it. It's a conspiracy as unnecessary as Ringo. 


Saturday, October 5, 2013

Rule of Thumb

My mom recently lost her thumb in a lawn mower accident. 
What I think really happened
Post accident, the entirety of the family descended on Western North Carolina bearing sympathy, food, and an arsenal of thumb related humor, that hopefully my mother will continue to enjoy long after the Oxycontin wears off.

A CSI style recreation of the crime scene determined what had happened: while mowing the field, she slipped on a steep hill and the still-running, blade-swirling lawn mower ran over her hand. At that point, she calmly picked herself up and went into the house where she called 911 while creating a makeshift tourniquet out of a towel and a tie. Following a generous swallow of whiskey, she then sat in the driveway to wait for the EMTs to arrive.

As she waited, my parents' dog Lady, a cocker spaniel-beagle mutt whose skittish deposition often leaves her prone to panic attacks, stayed by her side the whole time, even trying to jump into the ambulance with her.




While my parents' other dog Andrew, a Great Pyrenees purebred whose breed is specifically known for their protection and loyalty  immediately fled the scene to hide in the barn where my dad found him hours later.

The breakdown of thousands of years of animal care-taking instincts aside, we've slowly come to accept that the Spicuzzas have dropped below the national TPF average (thumbs per family).

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Innies v. Outies

I have a confession to make. For years, I considered myself part of the exclusive clique that introversion is becoming. I just felt things more deeply, thought about things more intensely, experienced life more profoundly than the rest of you assholes.

But after a brief social experiment we'll call "unemployment," I was surprised to discover that it wasn't so great to have all this free time to do things by myself. I missed everyone. I found myself forcing conversation on unfortunate cashiers, deliverymen, and cleaning staff.

As trendy as introversion has become, I concluded that no man or woman is an island. I think society is a blend of folks whose preferences for social interactions differ in only relatively minor ways.

Now there are the outliers and these folks might well be responsible for the creation of introversion. Everyone has that friend. If your ears aren't bleeding, the conversation isn't over. If this oral effort was redirected into something useful like learning a foreign language or taking a pottery class, not only would people begin to their return phone calls again, but they'd be bilingual and surrounded by terracotta. 


Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Grey Zone

A thirsty cowboy walks into a saloon. The bartender asked, "Care for a drink, stranger?"
The cowboy asked, "What are my choices?"
The bartender answered, "Yes or no."


If you asked ten different couples about their relationship, you'd receive 20 different answers. That's 20 different perspectives on the significance, context, meaning, classification, and status surrounding those two people's involvement with each other.

We've entered an area of uncertain motive
s and misconstrued intentions. It lies between booty calls and Save the Dates. It's perplexing, permutable, and largely perverted. Welcome to the Grey Zone.

Why do couples nowadays find it so challenging to determine if they want to be together or not? Call me old fashioned, but I'd always thought when a man and a women found that perfect sex dungeon, they'd just know. There'd be no second guessing or half-hearted commitments.

But these days, people are content to have the entirety of their relationship fall within the Grey Zone. Studies have shown that when choosing a paint color if given five color options to select from, people tend to make the decision faster and more confidently than people who are given twenty color choices. The theory is that an overabundance of choice leads to fear of "missed opportunities and unrealistically high expectations". It's the worry that we're settling, that we could do better, or that we’re missing out. We avoid choices as a way to prevent ourselves from experiencing regret and that’s what keeps couples in the Grey Zone. 


This means that online dating sites, pick-ups bars, and causal strings of one night stands throughout my twenties, only serve to complicate rather than clarify our choice of potential partner. 



Saturday, August 10, 2013

D for doughnut

"I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut. I don't need a receipt for the doughnut. I'll just give you money and you give me the doughnut. End of transaction. We don't need to bring ink and paper into this. I can't imagine a scenario in which I would need to prove that I bought a doughnut. Some skeptical friend? 'Don’t even act like I didn't buy a doughnut, I've got the documentation right here. Oh wait, it's back home in the file... under 'D', for 'doughnut'..."

~Mitch Hedberg


Friday, August 9, 2013

Good with Kids

When you've dated a younger guy, everyone is curious about how to the two of you met. Spoiler alert: it wasn't through the Big Brothers Big Sisters program.

At a happy hour one night with my single girlfriend, we start chatting up two cute but baby-faced bachelors. They were adorable diversions from the usual DC bro-man and I'd had just enough glasses of celebration juice to drown my lingering fears that at any moment Amber Alert Agents were going to burst through the windows.

So no one was more surprised than me when a few weeks later I find myself at Junior's surprisingly spacious, well-located, apartment. Of course, there's no food or toilet paper, and his roommate's ex is crashing there, but otherwise it's very comfortable.


We had just ordered a pizza, when somewhere between the couch and door — and completely absent a logical cause such as a carpet nail, warped floorboard, or pile of broken glass — I manage to slice my toe open. Within seconds my foot looks like a cadaver prop they pull out of a swamp on NCIS. In addition, there was a red footprint trail running from his couch to the apartment foyer and back that might draw the police's attention should anyone from his building disappear anytime soon.

How did Junior react to a
living room that looked like a crime scene, the inevitable loss of his security deposit to bio-hazard cleaning fees, and Papa John's new, but disappointing, garlic dipping sauce?

Like any former eagle scout, he quickly rigged a makeshift tourniquet, elevated the cut, and microwaved the dipping sauce, which really does improve the taste. God bless the younger guy libido. Well-feed and slightly giddy from blood loss, I was ready to get down to business.

So, the night wasn't a total bust and the doctors think there's a good chance I'll be able to keep my toe.