NINA FARINA

Blog Confession
 
There are certain people whose blogs I use just to link to other blogs. I feel strange having the blogs of non-famous people I don't know linked up to on my own blog so I just hop from blog to blog.

Other interesting note--There is something that really interest me. I think there is a difference between people whose links replace their page and people whose links pop out to make a whole new page.  What that difference is, I can't quite say, but I spend lots of time thinking about it. 

Lastly, it is a sad sad day when you are too busy to write about what has been on your mind (1. why i won't ever work at a big firm 2.  my fear for this coming election day) and you end up blogging about blogs. 

*shrug*

p.s.  if you use my blog just to link to other blogs power to you. i'll never know as i don't check who has been reading my page...don't even know how....i mean i can't even be bothered with a comment section for pete's sake...and why is it that we say for pete's sake.  who is this pete we are all obsessed with?

"Whoever fights monster should see to it that in the proces he does not become a monster.  And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you."  Nietzche

side note

i've noticed that when i am tired i hum to myself which just adds to the overall aura of mental illness that i give off. 

In case you didn't know--Omar is really cool. 

Just thought you should know, in case you didn't.

sigh
 
you know a research project is going to be draining when it starts off with the reading of a fatal accident report. 

2 Things
 
1)  Toothbrushes are very symbolic
 
2)  Beach this Sunday...I am thinking Brighton Beach....who is in?

From now on I will be posting excerpts from essays I am working on.  The latest essays is on truth (I wrote one about marriage in June that I am going to start sending out to magazines...crossing my fingers).
 
Anyway--here is the excerpt
 
If truth is beauty and beauty is in the eye of the beholder, doesn't it follow that truth is in the eye of the beholder.  Seriously, I don't really believe that but it seems to be the way the world operates.  I've always been amazed by how much people think they know about me and really they are basing what "they know" on what they would do if they were in my position.  Reality is, nobody ever really knows what anybody else's position truly is.

Come to the Beach with me

Eventually I will start writing again I swear. But my level of frustration with my life, the U.S. government, the international regimes that run this world and my inability to find time to exercise has prevented me from writing

SO

COME TO THE BEACH WITH ME

I am thinking of going the 24th or the 25th or both.
Depending on how many of you contact me depends on where. Part of me is tempted to just go to the Jersey shore for a weekend and pile all of our asses in a cheap hotel room for a night. Don't act like you haven't slept 8 to a room before. You know who you are ;-)

So email me
the address is up top
and I will post or send an email as to the details

AND maybe we should be scared
clear channel is a bit screwy

update (but please read the post below this post)

One of the most beautiful relationships I ever had was with my friend Kevin when we were teenages. We've known each other since seventh grade, in eighth grade he was my boyfriend. He became my friend again after and has been my life long friend. At some point in high school, I am not sure when, we both were in love with other people who didn't want us and we found each other. I wasn't his girlfriend and we didn't have sex but we came damn near close and there was no risk because we both knew what it was. We freely said I love you. This was more than friends with benefits. And when it stopped it stopped. I haven't done anything with him since then. And 7 years later we are still in touch.

Except know he calls me from the middle east. He is not in Iraq, he is in the military and he is a translator. I don't quite know what he does (I don't think he can tell me)but how is this for putting life in context. I end our phone calls (he calls about every other week) with I love you, I miss you please take care of you. And this week for the first time he says.

"I do what I can do. I strap on my rag and hope the pilot knows what the hell he is doing."

I will sit on my worries and complaints now as they really are trivial bullshit.

She isn't posting very often AND two invitations

I am at a very confusing time right now. Life has been pegging me with so many curve balls and the din inside my head is such that I have not been writting in my blog nor reading other folk's blogs. I am rather overwhelmed by all that is happening to me and around me and need time to process it. So sorry if I am out of communication. Know that I am generally happy.

A Mr. Diaz will be returning on Saturday and would like his friends to join him at our usual local tavern of choice late in the evening(the one close to my apt with the mojitos). I am thinking 11:30ish (hoping his flight gets in on time etc. etc.).

The Spic Nic is this Sunday. Want details email me. I promise I am better in person.