My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Someone please pry me away from my TV. 

Why, oh why did I get Tivo?  Whereas before, TV was a passive experience for me (as in, I’d watch whatever’s on Comedy Central when I had time), its now become an all consuming obsession.  With Tivo, you can watch all your favorite shows all the time!!   There’s no excuse NOT to be watching television!  (Aside from the whole having a life thing.)  Sigh.  I just hope that, as with all my obessions, I quickly lose interest.  If not, please stop me before I become a morbidly-obese shut-in.  Um, not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Luckily, the whole having to work or else starve to death thing gets me out of the apartment most days.  I’ve also been pretty successful at dragging myself to Santa Monica for marathon training every Saturday (moment of bragging:  I did last Saturday’s 10 mile run in an hour and forty-two minutes without injury!!).  Unfortunately, I haven’t quite managed to make my mid-week runs (moment of seriousness:  if I don’t start training mid-week there is no way I’m going to make it to 26.2  miles).  I’m hoping the time change will help, since it was the last time change that put a stop to my working out in the first place (moment of prayer:  please let me get up early to go running tomorrow!). 

When not running or vapidly watching TV (I believe I sunk to a new low when I actually watched Disney’s Twitches this weekend – I’m not ready to talk about it), I managed to make it out for Halloween with some of my friends.  We went as a troop of Brownies.*  KA – Thanks again for organizing the outfits!  I had a great time.  Sensible Brownie signing out.  (Yes, that’s right, I get all the sexy nicknames.)

* And for those of you who are thinking it, yes, yes, I realize this costume may be somewhat problematic (in the same way that Abercrombie & Fitch ads featuring young children/teens are problematic), but in the name of not over-analyzing, let’s leave it at the fact that I recognize the problems inherent in the costume.  But I don’t like thinking too hard.  It hurts my brain. 

Celebrated JL’s 27th birthday, and over 15 years of friendship, while I was home. JL is one of my Quad friends (a name that seemed very clever back in high school). It constantly amazes me how the four of us have weathered this much time together. We’ve all spent more than half our lives with each other, although it’s rare to have the four of us in the same city nowadays. The last time we were all able to meet up was in Vegas this June, where, in increasingly typical Quad fashion, two of us bailed on the first day. Me for work and another member for a bridal shower. I showed up sick and tired but put on my best face – which was horrible to say the least. I am not good at faking being well, although I excel at exaggerating being sick.

Got sick again this weekend while out and about in the artic tundra that is northern California. (Seriously, what has LA done to me?) I spent all weekend shivering. Am a little proud of the fact that I risked frostbite to go running on Friday, something, by the way, one does not do in San Jose if one is not prepared to face an onslaught of staring strangers. Running outside the confines of a gym is not a particularly common phenomenon in San Jose.

Being at home always makes me think about the passage of time and, somewhat oddly yet maybe understandably, makes me want to read T.S. Eliot (whom I do not profess to understand at all). Anyways, with that in mind, I thought I’d share one of my favorite passages from one of my favorite poems, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

If I actually did have time, I’d write pages and pages about why I love this poem and its imagery and allusions, how it applies to this post in particular, and why it’s sad and beautiful in its entirety, but I have to get back to billing. (Plus, I try to remain somewhat aware of everyone’s attention span!)