Multitasking in the bathtub

How many people multitask in the bath? And I don't mean shaving while leaving our conditioner in for two minutes. Lots of people read, there are even handy little book rack that you can hook on the edges of the tub, so that you don't get the pages wet. And lots have the music on. Some of us talk on the phone, just don't drop it, trust me.
How about watch TV? Why not? I know a lady that tilted the TV in her bedroom, so that she can watch TV in bed, and when the en suite door is open, watch from the tub! Genius right, glass of wine, good movie and a warm bath!
I have tape over my web cam, because I go online when I'm lounging in the bath. Do I need to have tape over the web cam? I don't really know, but I feel better that way. Plus, I can blog, update Facebook, check out movie reviews, write an e-mail to grandma, and research which jewelry kiln I want to buy, all from the comfort of a pleasant smelling, bubbly bath!
Some people sleep in the bath. Two problems though... you go to sleep warm, wake up in cold bath water. Yuck! Also, it is very disturbing to know that someone is in the bath, but they won't answer you when you ask them how long they will be. Even more disturbing, when you stick your head in the door, and they still don't answer you. Then you look and realize, that it looks like they are fully submerged! So you rush in, panicking and pull their head out of the water, only for them to gasp fearfully, as they are wrenched from peaceful slumber, to look into someone's terrified face, then you quickly realizes that they are OK. And naked. And you are there, soaking wet, having burst in upon them, naked, in the bathtub. Awkward, very awkward I tell you.
I do not sleep in the bathtub.
What else could one accomplish while in the bath? Paint, draw? I don't think that would go very well. I'm imagining water warped pages and possible tinted bath water? Anything to do with photographs would be a bad idea, they don't generally get along with water. Have you ever tried writing? Wouldn't the angles be all wrong? I don't think it would be comfortable. Food prep? Bahahaha! Just joking!

We are All Pyromaniacs at Heart

Why is it that we are mesmerized by the flicker of flame? The current answer would be something about evolution, bah! Lets just dismiss that, because after however million years it is supposed to have been since we evolved, I am sure we would have lost our 'instictual response' to flame as a life giver. After all, if your mind follows that avenue, we lost the 'instinctual response' to flame as a danger, unlike most animals existing now, who flee from fire.
Sure, fire terrifies us a little, our heart gets going when a bit of flame gets away on us. But at the same time, we are entirely taken with the fluid movement. We can contain fire, to an extent in specific pits, boxes, etc, but the fact is that we cannot catch and entirely tame it. Kind of like a rainbow! Who isn't absolutly moved to see a brilliant, full bow, of glowing color. Maybe thats the key, that we have no way of traping it, saving it. There are thousands of photos taken of fire, and rainbows, ooo oo! and northern lights, none of which do justice. But we continue to try, and we are amazed everytime. Is the illusiveness the pull?
Fire though, fire seems more so. We sit infront of, even a little gas fire place, or a space filled with candles, and our eyes are drawn to the dance of the flames, night after night. Every fire is different, yes, but not so different that we can find something new to admire everytime.
Is it because we know that when unleashed, is distructive, and deadly? Is it a tiny thrill of having something so dangerous, as a veritable pet in our home, like a lion on a chain? Does it charge our ego?
Or are we pulled to the constant light and warmth. As long as we feed, protect, and nurture it, it will respond like a lover, and fill our lives with as much light and warmth that we can handle. We can come home to an empty house, no one waiting with the lights on, but when we light a fire, and bask in its glow, we feel... almost loved. Is that the draw? Substitute affection of sorts?
What, what is it that engages us so?

Mulled Whine

I worked with a group of women in a non-traditional environment once . I thought that other women who wanted to work there would be a lot like me, that it would be fun. What a joke! I have never seen so many back biting, sneaky, catty, self absorbed, competitive women in my life. I was shocked, it reminded me of high school. "Oh no, Susan sits here," I was told by Laura, though the lunch room was not assigned seating, and Susan didn't actually work there yet, but once she did... oh it was exciting! Lunch time was like being in the change room with cheerleaders. "Really? Oh my god, well," Laura pauses to smile scandalously at the married manager, then leans forward to whisper in Susan's ear. The juicy tidbit was rewarded with an awed gasp, "You know, everyone of those children has a different father, and she wonders where her daughter gets it from!" Susan reported to the entire table. And later, Susan clucks her tongue with disgust to hear that pretty young Tanya admitted to flashing her husband out the front window when he left for work. Laura then proceeds to tell us all about her daughter's job in electronics sales, informing us with a giggle that if she was having trouble making a sale, she just had to show a little more cleavage and viola! It really made me wonder, as I sat, day after day, trying not to choke on my cheese sandwich, where did it start. Did teenage girls mimic their mother's attitude in highschool to feel mature? Or did mother's start acting like their teenage daughters to feel young again?

Alternate Dimensions

There are all sorts of movies, books, and theories regarding alternate dimensions. Sometimes they are scary stories about creepy things that slip through an entryway to another reality. Or intriguing ideas of a parallel universe that branches with every different decisions we make.

This other place is supposed to develop and run along side of our own. Is that possible? Does it exist?

Could the very beings of this world move among us unseen? Are they unaware of us? Do they speculate about our lives, the things that we do? Or, do they move around us, well aware of our behaviour, observing our antics?

Evolutionist would dispute whether that was a scientific possiblity. People with religious beliefs would probably say no, that such a place was not created.

I cannot address the ideas of an evolutionist, which I am not, but, what about spirit creatures?

By definition, albeit loosly defined, if you believe in angels, or demons, do they not dwell in a parallel dimension? Not an alternate reality, as if another version of us. But it is a realm in which they live, that we cannot see, yet exists. Though we are mostly unaware of their presence, the persons in this realm can walk next to us, through us, around us. In which case, as the spirit world would have been here first, we are the alernate dimension.

*Insert twighlight zone music* DEEDLE deedle DEEDLE deedle

What do you think?

Graphology

Graphology is fasinating. Most are very sceptical. Scientific research has found no clear correlation between handwriting behavior and basic personality patterns, so scepticism is understandable. Though there hasn't been very much support or funding to conduct extensive research in the area.
Accuracy depends much on the ability of the person making the analysis, and the honesty of the person being analyzed. People don't like to admit to traits that they don't like about themselves, and so will insist that some things are incorrect.
However, any time that I have taken the time to do an in depth handwriting analysis, the subjects have been relatively impressed with the results. And I am not at all experienced at this.
It has stirred up questions though.
Is it related to hand reflexology? (Another area that invites much scepticism) As we shift the writing utensil in our hand, it could press on many different finger points, and palm points. Some such points may be tender, due to various health issues, chronic and otherwise. Chronic issues in particular are linked to our mental and emotional well being, which directly effects our behaviour and personality traits. (and also effect our physical traits, but that is a post for another time, if I remember some other time) So, could the things noticed in graphology indicate health concerns as well? Certain ways of writing indicate an emotional person, perhaps this is because the person has a hormonal imbalance, that creates a tender button that they avoid with the pen? Are some person more sexual or spiritual because they hold the pen in such a way that stimulates these areas? And it is said that we can work on areas of our personality that we are unhappy with by changing the writing habit that is indictive of this characteristic. Could this be that a) we are are directing the pressure differently against our palm and fingers, thus no longer contacting specific reflexology points, and/or b) everytime we conciously change how we write a letter we are thinking about the fact we wish to improve some certain area of our behaviour, thus prompting the change?
HmMmm, so many questions!

What is happening to communication

The other day I saw a lady walking her two daughters to school, one was young, and the other was a young teen. I smiled, it was nice to see, a great chance for Mom to talk and bond with her daughters, and good opportunity for them to voice any concerns. The young girl was between Mom and Big Sis, she looks up at one, then the other, then looks down at her feet, walking along. Then I realized, both Mom, and Sis, have their ear buds in.

Last week I had breakfast with my mom. I noticed the people around the restaurant enjoying their food, and their company, sort of. Cell phones ringing, buzzing, beeping. One table had two gentlemen, who were each on their cell phones through the arrival of a lady, and for a good ten minutes following. Then they all sat visiting and eating, but in a short bit, all three of them are trying to have productive conversations... over the phone.

I drive school bus now and again. Among all of the kids that are loud, laughing, goofing off, is a growing number of kids with their nose, not in a book, but in their PSP or some such device. "I'm in chat room two" they tell each other across the aisle. While the bus driver in me appreciates the ensuing silence, I am alarmed.

What are we coming to? What are we doing to ourselves, and our society?
Why is having a tune in our ear more important than being in tune with our children?
Why is the person who calls during breakfast more important then those who join us for breakfast?
Why are we more comfortable trying to voice our emotions into texts, than hearing emotion in our friend's voice?
How far will we degress? Will text hugs and kisses replace actually reaching out to someone? Will phone or cyber sex be as prevelant as actually touching someone, is it already? LOL instead of belly laughs, tears and kness slapping with real people? :D :) :P :O :( :'( because we don't know anyone well enough to tell them how we feel?

I Don't Brush my Hair

About 15 months ago, I broke my brush. It was a junk brush, and I knew I had a good brush at home. You know, one of those ouch-less ones with a contoured handle to fit your palm. Anyway, I didn't want to buy another when I knew I had this other one, and I am not super keen on using other people's brushes. Combs maybe, but brush, no. So after years of brushing my long strands into ruler-straight submission, I was without my weapon, the Dictator, I was helpless against the mischief my hair could accomplish.
In an attempt to keep it, managable, I finger combed through it and threw it in a loose braid before bed.
To my surprise, the three days before I could get home to the protection of my brush, my hair turned into this beautiful thing, full of character and body. I got more compliments the days I had no brush, than ever before. My hair had previously hung limp down my back, it was hair that had to be convinced, coerced, and glued in place to hold a curl. Now it possessed bounce and shape I had never imagined possible.
So, now, rather than trying to reconquer my tresses, I mostly let it be. Spot brushing it, you know, like spot washing a floor? If there is an extra tangled area, I brush it out, otherwise I finger out the little knots and such. Sometimes a full brushing cannot be avoided, any event involving a great deal of wind, like snowboarding, riding, convertables, boating, usually requires the wind knots to be carefully combed out. If I don't tie my hair before swimming, it will probably need to be brushed out. No brushing is not a hard and fast rule, rather more like a guideline. And the longer it has been free from the brushes dictation, the more frequently my hair needs to be reminded that it's freedom depends on appropriate behaviour. But thats ok, it beats having lifeless locks. And my hair still goes for months at a time without a complete brush out, and sometimes weeks without the need of a spot brush.
My mother calls my hair a 'mane', har-de-har. And my grandma after seeing my new, barely tamed, couffure, laughed when she learned my scheme. Some ask if it is sanitary, (While frequency of washing is an entirely different subject, I still wash my hair! Jeeze) others ask if it is healthy for my scalp. (I just pay more attention to my scalp when washing) And yes, I still have bad hair days, thats what hats and hairbands are for.
But if it's terribly important, those are the days I pull out the Dictator, to revel briefly in the memory if it's supremacy.