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Thursday, October 30, 2003 ( 9:34 AM ) Melody This is just to say... Great site for poetry fans: www.plagiarist.com # ( 9:31 AM ) Melody Never be afraid of color, dahling Do Americans prefer bland colors? According to this PC Week article, they might. The rise of Target would indicate otherwise. Though it's not practical, I think that I'm willing to pay more for an item if it comes in a bright, appealing color, and Target is full of strong primaries and bright neons. I love that. Everything looks so bright and neat and crisp. I wonder if it's meant to relieve some of the stress of every day life-- the shopping for mundane things. I even like to do my grocery shopping there now. Somehow I'm convinced that their produce and meats are fresher and that their store is cleaner, but it's probably just about the lighting and packaging they're using. In the article, Dvorak asserts that Apple isn't even promoting a variety of colors anymore. Maybe they're not doing it actively because they don't need to anymore. Lately it seems like nearly every computer you see in a home on television and many in offices, too, is an iMac or iBook in some bright color-- usually green. Apple computers in bright colors are status symbols, and they're premium-priced-- even when you can get a more traditional-looking PC for under $600 at Wal-Mart these days. # Tuesday, October 28, 2003 ( 2:05 PM ) Melody Just a good quote I think the purpose of life is to be happy, to be useful, to be responsible, to be honorable, to be compassionate. It is, above all, to matter; to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all. ~~ Leo Rosten # ( 10:30 AM ) Melody Do I dare? Do I dare? OK. I'm getting kind of sick of seeing all the J.C.-related ads on my blog. I know I've posted a couple of times about spirituality, but this is ridiculous. I know if I don't like it, I should just move to the paid version of Blogger, but I just don't spend enough time here or care enough about the layout and functionality to do that right now. This is just a nice way for me to occasionally release some aggression or spout off some happiness and keep in touch with friends. That said, I believe it might be time for me to start posting a little more seriously, if nothing else in an effort to get some other kinds of ads coming up. Here's something that's been on my mind quite a bit lately. I'm re-reading Kurt Vonnegut's Mother Night. If you're unfamiliar with this book, here's a brief synopsis. An American playwright married to a German actress in Berlin in the 1930s just as the Nazis are beginning to really rise to power is approached by an American CIA agent who asks him to continue living in Berlin as part of the American spy apparatus. It will be his job to deliver hateful Nazi propaganda via a radio show and, through the reading of his propaganda to also deliver encoded messages to the Allied Forces. He gets to go on living a life of privilege, but he also has to deal with the guilt associated with that life and with the decision he makes. To all the world he is a Nazi. Mostly, though, he has to deal with the fact that he makes the decision to join up because he's more of a ham than a hero. I've been thinking lately about what my role is in the world and what are my responsibilities to others. Would I, for instance, have been willing to "pass" given his situation. I live a pretty privileged life myself. I had a pretty drama-free upbringing with two parents, a dad who worked and a mom who stayed home. My mom read to me, put good books in my hands, made sure I got to the library, to 4-H, to Girl Scouts, to volleyball practice. They sent me to private schools, started touring colleges with me when I was still in grade school, took me to church each Sunday whether I wanted to go or not. I look about as WASP as they come. I am blond with light eyes, strong German stock. If anyone could have passed through the streets of Nazi Berlin unmolested, I think it would be me. So do you say something, or do you stay quiet? I'd like to believe I'd say something-- because I really do believe that when you don't, you're only staying your own inevitable execution. Even if you're never tried by a jury of your peers, you're tried by your own heart. Still it's troubling to know that you'd have the choice, where others wouldn't. When it comes right down to it, can you ever know what you'd do until you were actually faced with the choice to live or chance death? # ( 9:08 AM ) Melody Feeling groovy Feeling fab today. Spent a nice evening last night at home lazing in the bathtub and chatting on the phone with a friend. I babied myself with a foot scrub and exfoliating face mask, and this morning I feel like a million bucks in my sassy new cuffed gray pants. # Monday, October 27, 2003 ( 10:11 AM ) Melody Everyone loves the circus! Just to make life a little more interesting, I'm having lunch with Belinda and her new girlfriend this afternoon. # |
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