February 2006 Archives
You can see stars out tonight. It's not perfectly clear, mind you, but if the moon were any less full, you could see a stars blanketed against a black sky with scattered clouds. It is still clear enough, though, that I could follow the jet trail of a plane headed north somewhere, its lights blinking intermittently making itself known to the thousands below.
In the weeks before my birthday nearly 2 months ago I felt as though something were coming kind of like the Farmer's Almanac sort of tells you when to plant corn. It was a vague sort of feeling, like when the lights dim in a movie theater and you know that, any second now, the movie will start, but you're not exactly certain when. It was a curious feeling and, so, I decided to do a bit of self-evaluation as there is often no better time to reflect on yourself than just before you begin a new year.
This self-evaluation was not limited in any way. I read articles and summaries of psycho-analysis. I looked into my Chinese zodiac. I had my star chart done. I checked out a lot of internet porn (though this was mostly due to boredom of my Chiense zodiac and psycho-analysis articles). Of all this research, the only thing that really stuck with me, the only thing I really thought, "I like this" was the Chinese zodiac.
According to the Chinese zodiac, to those born in the year of the Rooster, 24 is an important number and, as such, your 24th year is important. These "lucky number" years are marked by change. I am two months into my 24th year and it is already rife with change. In my own eyes I have quickly become a different person; someone I never thought I would be, though not for the worst by any strech (though I suppose that depends heavily on the point of view one chooses to take).
Most of these changes have taken place because I have actively decided that this year, for me, will be a year of change. Some of you may have noticed that a few of my blog entries recently have ended with that phrase, "year of change." Many of these changes have been unfortunate. Rather, they have initially seemed unfortunate. As time passes, though, I find it easier to sleep at night. I have less stress. My life feels simpler. And, so, while my conscious mind is (in some instances) saddened at the steps I've had to take, I am ultimately a happier person for it and, because of that, I feel as though I am in control of myself (a foreign concept to many of us, I'm sure). It is an odd feeling because it is so new to me, but it is a comfortable one nevertheless.
If I'd followed that jet trail far enough back, I could figure out where it started, but I have no idea where it is headed other than silently foward, known only to those who take the time to glance up and notice it. I think there's some kind of poem in that.
This picture scares the fuck out of me.
Recently, Yahoo changed their email login page to a friendlier look. For some reason, this means adding random-ass images of people in what look to be third-world countries and beaches doing nothing at all related to email. Now, I would assume, being a lowly non-PR person, that this is an attempt to make Yahoo email seem like the "Everyday Person's" web mail and, as such, more desireable to the average consumer. Instead, I'm enthralled with wht these images might offer to the user. My conclusions? They offer nothing.
So, instead, I will mock some of these images for both your and my amusement. While there are few here, rest assured there are plenty on the actual site and they seem to add more daily (last count was about 27). Just navigate your browser to http://mail.yahoo.com and hit Reload a few times. For now, though, enjoy!
The only thing I can think when I see this one is that Georgia O'Keefe would have a field day with this one.
Every time I see this shot I wonder, "What the hell?" Is this what the average Yahoo email user can expect to be reduced to? Is this some guy trying to be funny and, if so, how does it relate to my email experience? This is not an everyday person. This man has clearly escape from some institution and should be returned immediately.
This is what I imagine Ernest Hemmingway would look like if he lived to be older. And foreign.
This girl has a nice rack.
In the year 1987, the heavy metal scene got together to discuss the future of metal. It was decided a man would be sent to the future to reconnoiter and report back on the state of metal in the year 2005. This is that man.
This guy looks pained. I fear he is allergic to those flowers or, perhaps, being held at gunpoint by some retarded kidnapper. "Take a picture with the flowers! Hahahaha! Your family will pay millions when they see you in such exquisite pain!"
Remember. I see one of these every time I check my email. What the hell?
