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I got to see my Rainbow Maker in action today. :) Glinting colored lights circled my room for a few hours and then the sun went away.

Daily Horoscope for 7/30

The emphasis in your life now is on relationships, even while you are at work. Your co-workers may be making a lot of noise about what they are doing, but you aren’t impressed by what you see. Unfortunately, you may be required to bury any negative judgments, for it won’t be productive today to share your critical view. Keep your opinions to yourself until the end of the week.

Ummm… What happens to those who aren’t presently working?

This makes more sense… 7/29

You may be overwhelmed by what others have to say to you now, yet your real desire is to have a bit of time to yourself. Unfortunately, you might not be able to escape the social requirements that others place upon you. Don’t waste too much energy resisting, for the highly spirited conversations you have today could teach you something important about your core values.

Call it sheer boredom but in the span of 20 minutes I’ve seen the number 6 too many times to ignore it. While browsing through Netflix I saw Buffalo ‘66, Six Reasons Why, there are six emails in my inbox and I saw a movie in the Comcast guide titled Six Ways to Sunday.

Some enlightening points brought to you by Wikipedia:

• Six is a unitary perfect number, a harmonic divisor number and a highly composite number.
• The Day that God created Man
• The number of strings on a standard guitar
• In many cases (usually in rock music) an album’s feature track is located on the 6th track of the recording medium.
• The number of cans of soda or beer in a six-pack
• 6 is a lucky number in Chinese culture
• In The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, Clint Eastwood’s character remarks that six is the perfect number- there are six villains confronting him, and six bullets left in his gun.
• The number of feet below ground level a coffin is traditionally buried; thus, the phrase “six feet under” means that a person (or thing, or concept) is dead
• The atomic number of carbon
• In Chinese Numerology 6, or 六, means “easy and smooth, all the wa

hmmmm…

I can’t really say I hate Billy Brown now—though I did at first. But his subtle gestures of affection are somewhat endearing. I think that’s what Layla is attracted to. She kinda sees through the “hardened-ex-prisoner” ‘tude he dons.

I love the fact that he does some complete asshole move and then totally redeems himself by apologizing and being nice (ie. when he calls “Goon” and says he’s sorry; when he’s a jerk to Layla at Denny’s and then he takes it back.)

The strip club scene: well done.

Sweetest thing he did? Buy the guy in the doughnut shop a cookie for his girlfriend.

I had my doubts about this movie the first hour and 35 minutes. But in retrospect, I liked it.

Nice boots, Billy.

As a sign of respect, I turn off the music and sit in silence when a funeral procession passes by.

One of the 50 things I’d do with my lottery money…

Presidential Retreat in Slovenia

Croatia has been getting more than its fair share of Adriatic holiday buzz, but tiny Slovenia—just to the north, wedged between Austria and Italy—gets our nod of approval. (Not to mention the nod of European nobility.)

On Slovenia’s idyllic Lake Bled, surrounded by the Julian Alps, sits former Yugoslav president/dictator Josip Broz Tito’s onetime sanctuary: Vila Bled, a Dalmatian-marble palace that puts Camp David to shame. As a presidential retreat, it’s hosted the likes of Liz Taylor, King Hussein of Jordan and Prince Charles—it’s essentially northern Yugoslavia’s very own Xanadu.

Today, Yugoslavia is long gone, but Tito’s former digs have been renovated into a Relais & Chateaux hotel, and it’s ready to spoil you, Slavic-style.

While its 20 suites have kept the 1950s charm, the perks are distinctly 21st-century—from the just-opened spa (complete with Finnish and Turkish saunas), to the paragliding capabilities over nearby Lake Bohinj. But with locally produced wines and the first Slovenian Michelin-starred chef manning the kitchen, you may never want to leave your villa.

Or the Balkans.

I’m so sad the summer is coming to an end. I already see the impending routines that this means. Waking up early, disinterested students, catty coworkers, faculty meetings. For some strange reason none of the good times seem to come to mind. I know they’ve existed; I’ve lived them. But the memory of them are simply not enough to conjure any excitement.

Not even the fact that I don’t have to share my room with other teachers, or the fact that I’m teaching  all senior classes again. I just see the dull days ahead and they are charging fast and hard.

All this dread-filled anticipation keeps me up all night. Every night. It’s the same thing. Not being able to sleep. Some days I can’t even concentrate long enough to read a sentence and comprehend it. Can’t write either.

All my friends go to sleep and I’m wide awake.

No movies worth my time—even with this insomnia—play over and over. So much for Comcast OnDemand. And Netflix doesn’t replenish quickly enough.

I’m doing so bad in my online class. No more summer classes for me. And this online class business is BS anyway, and my professor is totally wiggin’ out. I can’t seem to catch a break with the guy. One fuck-up after the other. Damn.

And this one was sent from my Mac Tumblr widget. Lovely. Im so hi-tech it’s ridiculous.

Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2. This message is being sent via AIM. How cool is that?

What better way to find sleep than to watch a documentary about it. Wide Awake. The irony of it all.

needsalife:

They cover revolution with sex and bullet holes,
They point all their injustice to miles of open road.
A smile upon the worker thats been granted now to rest,
Oh, how can things get better when soon all things will end.

The city lights now cover a sky that once was there,
The children of the dollar rather double it than share.
Await the new horizon as our hope for freedom drops,
In the harmony of fire each other’s all we’ve got.

The farmers know they’ve got to go.
Underage mothers to the ghetto.
Those content in between.

I pray now that my son he will never have to born,
I will die beside my father in his golden fields of corn.
A land that he once tamed with nothing but his love,
I fear that my own is not enough to overcome.

My dying lady liberty with heart I do declare,
They have raped you of your country and cut off all your hair.
A one-way ticket for the homeless to retreat,
From the Earth we only harvest what we bargain now to keep.

The farmers know they’ve got to go.
Paid in addiction to the ghetto.
Those content in between.

They promise revolution if we promise to salute,
I need not education but my heart to know what’s true.
A smile upon the rebel that has finally met defeat,
Oh, this Earth will soon be better once it’s wiped itself off clean.

Good thing he did. It’s a Muffin Man dream come true.

1. Take Gizmo to the groomer

2. Tumble

3. Twitter

4. Tylenol PM (the mega-industrial-sized case for this horrible insomnia)

bah bah boredom

Note to self: if there cops and firetrucks outside a club do not pay 5 for parking.

I just heard about this site http://www.somethingstore.com/

The best idea ever. For $10 you get something. The surprise comes in within a week.

Just ordered mine, I’ll keep you posted.