May 18, 1999
Stream-of-Consciousness? Yeah, Maybe...
It's entirely too early for me to be here. We had an eight o'clock meeting this morning, and I didn't see much point in going back home. It was not a happy cheerful sort of meeting. All things considered, I would rather have been sleeping. But then, at 8 AM, I would almost always rather be sleeping. So I ran to the bakery nearby and got breakfast and coffee, sweet, dark, beloved coffee. I'm not usually a coffee drinker, but again... at 8 AM (9, in this case), I'm a confirmed believer.
I was teasing Brand the other night that I should get English credit for talking to him sometimes. He's spent a lot of time working on his thesis lately, and in talking to him, I've sort of gotten the overflow of what didn't go into the paper. Don't get me wrong, it's been interesting. I've learned a great deal about Arthurian legend as it relates to modern popular culture. It's times like these that I think culture studies might really be something interesting to study. Once again, I find myself wanting to do something brilliant. Aside from my ever-entrancing journal entries, of course.
Fingers fly over the keyboard and I become aware... what am I aware of? I think with my fingers... someone told me that the other day and I laughed, but it's true. I don't type in words, I type in thoughts, in phrases. It's a form of communication all of its own. A language separate from writing, from speaking. This is my language, flowing from fingertips rather than tongue. Sometimes I think I can type faster than I can speak, but at the same time, I can type things I would never say, as if typing gives me the time to actually think about what I'm saying, regardless of my typing speed. The lag, I think, is not between thinking and typing, but between typing and sending... I have time to stop and reconsider if what I've typed is really what I want to say. Sometimes I edit. Usually I don't. I'm as impulsive in print as I am in speaking.
Did you know that Oral Roberts, as a defense against premarital sex, once told his viewers to 'wrap Jesus around your reproductive organs'? This from a co-worker, who said she saw it on his show. I don't know how true that is, but I know that I spent about ten minutes recovering from that particular statement. I laughed until I cried. Don't ask me what I was thinking. There were several visual images running through my mind, none of them very pretty. I don't know about that. I'm very particular about my ovaries.
Yes it's true. I have odd co-workers.
Yes, it's also true. My mind is all over the place today.
What element am I? That's another question that came up. I see aspects of all of them in me. Some more than others. Below is what I found on the web. Which element are you most closely associated with?
Air is the element of the mind. It is intellect, inspiration, imagination. It is ideas, knowledge, dreams and wishes. Air is a masculine element.
Fire is the element of change and passion. It is creativity, motivation, will power, drive and sensuality. It is sexuality, both physical and spiritual. Fire is the element of authority and leadership. Fire is a masculine element.
Water is the element of emotion and subconscious. It is love, purification, intuition, mysteries of the self, compassion and family. It is psychic ability. Water is a feminine element.
Earth is the element of stability and of the body. It is wisdom, strength, growth and prosperity. It is the physical earth and the very heart of life. Earth is a feminine element.
Funny. I always thought of myself as very earthy. I don't know now. Air and water, maybe. See Mo, you might have been right after all!
