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Definitely worth watching
The Garden of Eden

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They give you a word and sixty seconds, then they post the results. My word was Daisy. Here’s what I got:

a flower. em’s favorite. colorful and beautiful, easy to love, easy to describe. perfect for most occasions. it looks like summer, and smiles like an old friend. childlike and and not fit for adults, who don’t know how to have fun anymore.

I honestly didn’t think about what I was writing, which is not something I’m usually very good at. I tend to over think every aspect of my life, and creativity is no exception. Even starting this blog was hard enough. I always think what I’m writing (or drawing, or baking or sewing) isn’t good enough to be shared, let alone in existence. Posts are deleted, drawings are crumpled and baking is deserted with enough time for me to run to Safeway, pick up a cake, and take it out of the box, so I can pretend that I made it.

I’m the one on the left. Finals is the one on the right. I’ve uttered the F-word more times in the last week than is really necessary. No, I don’t mean fuck. I mean finals. I hate my life sometimes.
I’m the one on the left. Finals is the one on the right.

Then I am doing you a favor. Watch it. Twice. If you don’t get the references, then you have been asleep for the last 10 or so years. More on my sad, sad Harry Potter obsession later. I promise.

I read Oprah magazine.

I am not over 40, a mom with a career, or trying to lose weight. Did I mention that I’m not over 40?

But I must say, dear Internet, that there is something about that magazine that pulls me in. It’s like I can’t resist. I stand in the grocery line, and there it is: the mecca of stylish working mommys everywhere, Oprah magazine. It may just be because Oprah herself is on every cover, writes the main feature article for EVERY SINGLE issue, and writes wise words of wisdom on the last page of every issue. I think that is badass. She earned it. That woman could put her picture at the corner of every page, next to the page number, and I would still respect her. Kind of. Only a little bit less.

It’s headlines like “WE’RE STARTING A BEAUTY REVOLUTION!” that really get me. She wants everyone to feel beautiful, regardless of age, weight, race, skin type or marital status. How can you not love that? I love that, and that’s why I buy it every time. However, I have yet to actually stoop to a subscription. I can’t bear to actually have it delivered to my apartment. I think the mailman is going to judge me.

A few months ago, I bought an issue of O Magazine (teehee) that featured Eckhart Tolle, an author that talks about spirituality in a very interesting and meaningful way. Tolle talks about the strangeness of the phrase, “I just can’t live with myself,” implying that there is an “I” and a “self,” and that they are different from one another. I went out and bought his book, and while I don’t agree with everything he’s saying, this is the first book about religion or spirituality that I’ve picked up, probably ever. I like that Tolle talks about sprituality, not religion, and frames it with the individual, not the collective. Religion was never a part of my upbringing. My mom was raised Catholic, my dad Lutheran. I’m baptized because my grandmother cried until my dad agreed. I don’t go to church, though I sometimes end up at Friday Shabbat services at Hillel with my sorority. I keep meaning to go to Sunday morning sermon at the Lutheran church down the block; but I think the fact that I haven’t gone yet suggests that I probably don’t care enough to actually do it. I’m actually probably too afraid. I don’t believe that religion is anything but a group of people that want to believe the same thing about the unexplainable fascets of life. It doesn’t focus on the individual, but rather a group mentality. I don’t like being a number, being told that I’m doing something wrong, or that I’m living to attain life after death. I’m living a life for the sake of having a life, and I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong. I don’t live a religious life, but I would like to try for a spiritual one. I’m working on it.