Am I too old for this?

Went to some metal (or something) show at a house on my block last night. I felt very, very old, though I doubt I was the oldest there. There was much debate over the existence of aliens, or, to be more accurate, how their form is manifested here on earth- all parties involved expressed little doubt as to whether or not their really were, in fact, aliens. There was a young gentleman there who spent the evening walking around wearing various configurations of a single shoelace. He had it wrapped around his face and under arms. Then it was on his leg. At one point, it was wrapped around a lock of hair at the top of his head for an impromptu "fountain" pony tail. I discussed my desire to bring back tube socks with Courtney while we were standing on the stairway to the bathroom. It was the only place we could find room. We were also the only ones wearing color, or, more specifically, not wearing all black. We never listened to the band. All we could hear was the bass reverberating from the basement. Neil reported that they sucked. Instead, we had fun just listening to the chatter of various conversations, and occasionally debating aliens with strangers. Courtney made some strong arguments that what one young man described as an alien encounter, was quite likely, actually a lucid dream (something that Courtney experiences quite frequently). After the party, it was Thanksgiving leftovers, for which I am thankful, and bed, for which I am thankful, and cuddling, for which I am thankful. 

Wah.

The crippling self doubt is getting old. 

Personality test:

Does the image of a half-dissolved Peep® being scorched and slowly consumed by a hot latte make you happy or sad?

I ask ye this

What happened to Whoopi Goldberg's eyebrows?

Madison, Spring, 2010

This is a corny video I made instead of going to the gym tonight. Read the video description for details. Hopefully they won't remove the audio. Madison is fantastic in springtime. I can't wait till tomorrow, it's supposed to be sunny again. Enjoy. Link to Kyla's corny Madison video.

Some clips I've taken around Madison this spring.

What I did tonight instead of going to the gym: create a corny video of clips I took over the past few days. Madison is fantastic in springtime.

The video is compiled of clips taken around madison using various recording devices. Madison is fantastic in the spring. The video is a bit corny, but, oh well... Clips are of the following: The bike path along Lake Monona, a small park by Lake Monona with the cat, "Orpheline", the street near where I live on the East side, state Street, my neighbor's cat and the funny thing it does in the window, and biking towards the capitol from the Monona Terrace. Almost all of the video was taken in April, 2010, with the Orpheline clip taken in March, 2010.

Halelujah!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOP! WHOOP! YEAH! ALRIGHT! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' ' BOUT! I like it. I like this weather a lot. 

Holy shit!

The haircut, the Taiwanese, the song, the fact that he's a boy: The bizarre improbability of it all leaves me speechless. Taiwanese boy sings Whitney Houston.

Neato

Interesting...

In trying to discern whether I am a true Atheist*, merely Agnostic*, or both, I came across the concept of Christian Atheism. Who knew?

*I'm still not sure of the proper definition for what I am. Try as I might, I can't in my heart believe in God, nonetheless, I know that it's all just our best guess. Where does that leave me?

Punctualization

At 3:06am last night, I responded to a friend's email with the following succinct message: 

I'm drunk now, but your lack of capitalization worries me. 

-Kyla.

I had to chuckle at myself today when I read it. I'm always a stickler for that sort of thing.

Balance

I'm consistently bewildered at how long it took us to invent the bicycle. I like thinking that the amount of time it took was entirely hinged on the disbelief that we could ever balance that way.

Wah.

Hellhole Ratrace by Girls is a great song. It also pretty much explains to a T how I've been feeling these days. Sometimes I feel like I have too much longing for my own good. I want too much. I feel too much. I've always been that way, but now it's there more than ever. I'm sorry if I'm freaking folks out by being so angsty--I'll be fine. I know I will. You know I will. I always come out on top. These days, however, I'm feeling transparent. I don't feel like trying to hide how I feel or where I am emotionally. So, world, there it is.

Paranoid thought.

Sometimes I fear that my life is slipping into snippets. I just don't feel the energy I used to have to write everything out. Maybe I'm just lazy. Maybe I should start a journal. Maybe links are just easier. Probably all of the above. Maybe tomorrow I'll write something that's fleshed out. Yes. Maybe tomorrow.

Religious Data

It's strange to see such a spiritual topic broken into pie charts.

http://www.thearda.com/quickstats/qsdir.asp

The Onion Video: The World's Oldest Sexual Predator

http://www.theonion.com/content/video/paleontologists_discover_skeleton

Cogito Ergo Doleo.

I dreamed a dream in days gone by.

Last night I dreamt that I dropped a parachuted video camera from a hot-air balloon in order to get a video of what one sees when one falls from the sky. Simpler solutions didn't occur to me at the time. Moments later, I too decided to take the plunge. I jumped from my aloft hot-air balloon, fell like a feather through thousands of feet, and landed (unhurt) on an impossibly slick ice luge. Then, in an unprecedented state of exhilaration, I rocketed through technicolor zinnia fields at warp speed on a sled ride to trump all others.

Needless to say, it was the best dream I've had in quite some time--almost as good as the time I took a jeep ride through a "ballerina farm" with Brad Pitt.

Dirty.

Lately, in my dejected state, I have been pushing the limits of socially acceptable personal hygiene (or lack thereof). I will rise again.

Donate to Doctors Without Borders for relief in Haiti

I just donated to Doctors Without Borders. According to the New York Times they were the first there to offer aid, and they are desperately swamped.

-Kyla.