Today's Horoscope

"You are adept at avoiding emotional discussions that make you feel vulnerable, for it's often easier for you to think about something than it is to feel it. [That's cor-rect.]

Today, however, you won't be able to sweep the intense emotions under the rug. [Watch me.]

You must get it out into the open by talking about what's on your mind. [Fat chance.]

Luckily, it really won't be all that hard if you think about what you must say. [I always think about "what I must say." What makes this time any easier?]

Let your words pave the way for your intentions. [Ohh, that's what makes it easier for me to talk about what's on my mind. By letting my words pave the way for my intentions. Worst sentence ever. On so many levels. I don't even know what that means. Do you?]"

Parallax

I'm pretty sure that "parallax" is the coolest word and coolest concept in the history of words and concepts.

Parallax is "the apparent shift of an object against the background that is caused by a change in the observer's position" (wikipedia). In other words, you know how when you cover one eye and look at a fixed object, and then switch and cover the other eye, the object looks like it's moved or changed? That's parallax.

Maybe I'm boring you, but the point is, parallax is a metaphor that James Joyce uses to describe variant points-of-view and perception shifts in Ulysses. How cool is that?

I'm boring you. I can tell.

If I had a band or a record label, I'd call it Parallax. Or maybe my first novel will be titled Parallax.

Do you ever have one of those days...

when it feels like your nerves are exposed? Right now it seems like my skin is pulled too thin and the sensation from one of my own fleeting thoughts, or the smallest of someone else's actions, or the tiniest sentence in Ulysses feels like a cheese grater connecting with raw flesh.

That's disgusting, huh?

I think I'm stressed out with school. And possibly a little over-caffeinated.

Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.

(Moral of this story: Might be best to steer clear of me today, or I might curl into the fetal position and start screaming in gibberish.)