introspection
Jul. 20th, 2004 06:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theladyroseA lot has happened within these past few days, and I don't really know where to begin or what I should exactly say.
There was the Kenny Loggins concert on Sunday, the one that I've helped plan for weeks now. It's all over, and I still can't fully grasp the weight of that statement. There will never be another summer symphony quite like it, never another time in my life just like that. The concert itself wasn't as exhilirating as I had expected it to be, but the days leaning up to it...the actions that I had done in preparation, when examined closely, are not so interesting in their own light, but when everything is viewed from the blurred lens of nostalgia the entire experience was most worthwhile. The details, on the whole, are not important. Just looking down at the crowd from the top at command central was...breathtakingly gorgeous. All of that hard work had culminated into the illusion of a sold-out crowd at Frost Ampitheater, a dizzyingly beautiful location for a summer concert. And I was at the top the entire time at command central helping to oversee the action and directing a few people and getting to know some of the volunteers. Inexplicably I had a blast riding the golf carts, thinking that I was about to fall out any minute; it's rather bizzare and difficult to explain the sensation of going uphill in a golf cart on a sticky humid day. Kenny Loggins was an amazing performer, so energetic. I got to sit with Sophia and Sahara at the very top watching, and mooched food off of Thea's mum who was with my parents. There was a minor fiasco with the staff dinners-the grocery store shorted us by 4, so I gave mine to someone else who otherwise wouldn't get one. There was also the accident-an elderly handicapped gent fell and hurt his head. Thankfully we're next Stanford Hospital, there were lots of volunteers, and the paramedics on site knew exactly what to do. The calm, efficient way they handled the situation has only improved my already favorable opinion of the medical profession. I've always trusted and admired doctors.
I listened to NPR for two and a half hours this afternoon as I separated brochures from the concert program. The world manages to remain in a more depressing state than I remembered it to be, but now at least I feel somewhat informed about things along with reading various other publications on a regular basis. There are currently five hundred brochures and programs sitting on the floor in the CHC conference room, and it looks rather...engulfing. And I've only separated three and a half boxes worth of programs and brochures. Oy. There are six more for me to do, but I'm afraid that the programs and brochures will soon take over the building at this rate as I'm starting to take up more than a quarter of the available floor space. Thankfully I don't have to go to work tomorrow as Linda's not going to be there, but Thursday ought to be interesting. I was starting to become slightly hysterical after awhile being all alone with the inventoried stuff, and most of that stuff is alcoholic in nature. We currently have 245 alcoholic beverage containers in that room. Not that I would ever drink any of it, but I probably looked drunkenly hysterical anyway. Why they decided to have a minor inventory all of the leftover beverages, I don't know. I know that someone else double checked my counts, and that this morning I found a lone beer bottle cap on the table. I wonder who drank the missing bottle of Sierra Nevada Summerfest Beer.
Oh, and Lee Kuan Yew's eldest son was just announced as Premier of Singapore yesterday. *coughs* And they say that Lee Kuan Yew isn't in charge of Singapore anymore. For God's sake's the man is the Senior Minister of Singapore, and he's got all of his cronies in the ministries and as the PM. LKY is most definitely still in power, though Mitch-man doesn't think so.
I saw part of Being There that Dad had taped from a few nights ago. I wasn't much of a fan of the beginning, but I grew to like it a lot more. Peter Sellers was marvelously subtle, needless to say. Unfortunately Dad actually trusted the TV guide and didn't tape the last hour or so, so I still don't know what happens to Chauncey Gardener and the president and all of that good stuff. Now I've got to rent the film.
Late at night I tend to reflect on matters a lot, or at around this time of late afternoon and evening. Last night I switched religions again (it sounds like I've just switched majors or something); I'm now back to being an agnostic, instead of being a hard core atheist. I've finally admitted to myself and acknowledged that my reasons for being an atheist aren't very sound, and that really I'm still really undecided about religion. I was very tempted to say, "To hell with organized religion! I don't give a damn anymore." It's too premature in my life to completely throw out the possibility of spiritual faith in God, so I'm keeping my avenues open. In a rather satirical sense my relationship with organized religion is much like most soap opera character's love lives: complicated, troubled, and confusing. But I'm definitely not ready to convert to any faith just yet. I need time to think things over and examine my reasons.
It has just occured to me that the people I've been growing close to lately are all on Vicadin at the moment. Hmmm.
Alas, the SS hotline's been disconnected, so no more prank calls :( And there's no way I can tell anyoe.
I officially need somebody to remind me to finish that project that I've been meaning to write up for the forums; I'm pretty sure Simon would publish it once I submitted it to him. Part of me is wondering if I only feel like finishing it just because of the whole "you're a woman and therefore an idiot" incident. Somebody needs to prod me mentally.
There was the Kenny Loggins concert on Sunday, the one that I've helped plan for weeks now. It's all over, and I still can't fully grasp the weight of that statement. There will never be another summer symphony quite like it, never another time in my life just like that. The concert itself wasn't as exhilirating as I had expected it to be, but the days leaning up to it...the actions that I had done in preparation, when examined closely, are not so interesting in their own light, but when everything is viewed from the blurred lens of nostalgia the entire experience was most worthwhile. The details, on the whole, are not important. Just looking down at the crowd from the top at command central was...breathtakingly gorgeous. All of that hard work had culminated into the illusion of a sold-out crowd at Frost Ampitheater, a dizzyingly beautiful location for a summer concert. And I was at the top the entire time at command central helping to oversee the action and directing a few people and getting to know some of the volunteers. Inexplicably I had a blast riding the golf carts, thinking that I was about to fall out any minute; it's rather bizzare and difficult to explain the sensation of going uphill in a golf cart on a sticky humid day. Kenny Loggins was an amazing performer, so energetic. I got to sit with Sophia and Sahara at the very top watching, and mooched food off of Thea's mum who was with my parents. There was a minor fiasco with the staff dinners-the grocery store shorted us by 4, so I gave mine to someone else who otherwise wouldn't get one. There was also the accident-an elderly handicapped gent fell and hurt his head. Thankfully we're next Stanford Hospital, there were lots of volunteers, and the paramedics on site knew exactly what to do. The calm, efficient way they handled the situation has only improved my already favorable opinion of the medical profession. I've always trusted and admired doctors.
I listened to NPR for two and a half hours this afternoon as I separated brochures from the concert program. The world manages to remain in a more depressing state than I remembered it to be, but now at least I feel somewhat informed about things along with reading various other publications on a regular basis. There are currently five hundred brochures and programs sitting on the floor in the CHC conference room, and it looks rather...engulfing. And I've only separated three and a half boxes worth of programs and brochures. Oy. There are six more for me to do, but I'm afraid that the programs and brochures will soon take over the building at this rate as I'm starting to take up more than a quarter of the available floor space. Thankfully I don't have to go to work tomorrow as Linda's not going to be there, but Thursday ought to be interesting. I was starting to become slightly hysterical after awhile being all alone with the inventoried stuff, and most of that stuff is alcoholic in nature. We currently have 245 alcoholic beverage containers in that room. Not that I would ever drink any of it, but I probably looked drunkenly hysterical anyway. Why they decided to have a minor inventory all of the leftover beverages, I don't know. I know that someone else double checked my counts, and that this morning I found a lone beer bottle cap on the table. I wonder who drank the missing bottle of Sierra Nevada Summerfest Beer.
Oh, and Lee Kuan Yew's eldest son was just announced as Premier of Singapore yesterday. *coughs* And they say that Lee Kuan Yew isn't in charge of Singapore anymore. For God's sake's the man is the Senior Minister of Singapore, and he's got all of his cronies in the ministries and as the PM. LKY is most definitely still in power, though Mitch-man doesn't think so.
I saw part of Being There that Dad had taped from a few nights ago. I wasn't much of a fan of the beginning, but I grew to like it a lot more. Peter Sellers was marvelously subtle, needless to say. Unfortunately Dad actually trusted the TV guide and didn't tape the last hour or so, so I still don't know what happens to Chauncey Gardener and the president and all of that good stuff. Now I've got to rent the film.
Late at night I tend to reflect on matters a lot, or at around this time of late afternoon and evening. Last night I switched religions again (it sounds like I've just switched majors or something); I'm now back to being an agnostic, instead of being a hard core atheist. I've finally admitted to myself and acknowledged that my reasons for being an atheist aren't very sound, and that really I'm still really undecided about religion. I was very tempted to say, "To hell with organized religion! I don't give a damn anymore." It's too premature in my life to completely throw out the possibility of spiritual faith in God, so I'm keeping my avenues open. In a rather satirical sense my relationship with organized religion is much like most soap opera character's love lives: complicated, troubled, and confusing. But I'm definitely not ready to convert to any faith just yet. I need time to think things over and examine my reasons.
It has just occured to me that the people I've been growing close to lately are all on Vicadin at the moment. Hmmm.
Alas, the SS hotline's been disconnected, so no more prank calls :( And there's no way I can tell anyoe.
I officially need somebody to remind me to finish that project that I've been meaning to write up for the forums; I'm pretty sure Simon would publish it once I submitted it to him. Part of me is wondering if I only feel like finishing it just because of the whole "you're a woman and therefore an idiot" incident. Somebody needs to prod me mentally.
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