Humans are Alive

Today was a sunny, warm, bright, beautiful spring day. Families were out and about for brunch; groups of young people were gathered in the park wearing their newest Urban Outfitters threads and playing their ironic sports; and I was running errands with what seemed to be an extra spring in my step. No pun intended. Walking back from the florist I noticed the bouquet of deep purple, brilliant pink and crisp white flowers I was carrying standing tall in their arrangement. I could simultaneously feel myself also standing a little taller and walking a little peppier and resting a little easier. There was a definite glint of a smile on my sun warmed face.

As dumb or obvious as this may seem, Spring is really a season where it is clear that humans are alive and no less reliant on the sun for life as any small plant or more wild animal out there. People come alive in the Spring. Desperate to shed their winter coats - to expose their skin to the warming sun, absorbing the vitamin D and calling themselves rejuvenated.

Sun for food. Food for thought.

So This is How We Operate Now?

Today, somebody I work with who shall remain nameless, took their computer into the BATHROOM with them because they were due to hop onto a Skype VIDEO conference call and were worried that they'd miss the connection. Seriously?! Seriously?! He'd rather be sitting on the pot and on time for a call than a minute late? And the poor folks on the other end of that call; what are they gonna think when their colleague is there before them sitting not in a chair with a bookshelf behind them, but rather on a toilet with a backdrop of 1 inch by 1 inch blue toned tiles? I think they too would rather he called in a minute or so late.

Come on people, nothing at work is that important that you can't use the bathroom before hand. Aaaand, on top of the awkwardness, think of the icky factor and all the germs that are on the computer now. Ew. Remind me not help him edit any docs.

Video conferencing from the toilet - humans are weird.

I Shave My Knees

Don't you think that sounds like a weird thing to do?! This afternoon I was telling a co-worker about a cut I have on the inside of my nose. This cut is ever so small in size but is quite the opposite in the pain it's causing. I'm constantly aware of its presence and am therefore testing it every 5 minutes to see if it has healed in the time since I did just that. My co-worker then asked (jokingly I hope…perhaps I should follow up on that) if I cut it shaving. "NOOOOO" I fired back at him; "how weird to shave the inside of your nose," I exclaimed with a quizzical look upon my face. He told me that most men shave the corners of their nose as they shave their faces. How crazy is it to take a straight razor and try to shave this inside of a (very sensitive) round hole. The potential for slice-and-dice is far to great for me to attempt such a chore. Surely in the post moon-landing world we supposedly live in, there's a tool out there specifically to catch the corner nose hairs. What did the Butabi* brothers use? Their option, while inducing a rather odd dance, seemed to work well and run a minimal risk of cuttage.

Anyway, as weird as it is that men try to shave the inside of their noses, we women shave our knees. That's weird too I guess.

* If you can tell me who the Butabi brothers are, we are kindred spirits.