CHE BELLO’s boring Friday.
In the deep recesses of the Amazon River, tight to the muddy bottom, there lives a fish which locals call the paraiba, the mother of all fish. The largest one pulled in in the last ten years was eight feet long, and the massive fish have been known to swallow fishermen whole, swimming upriver for leagues with intact legs still protruding from its mouth.
Anyway, just thought that would be an entertaining tidbit for you. No larger point, no metaphoric significance, of which I am incapable on lazy Friday nights consumed with Animal Planet documentaries and escapist faux-horror films like Thirteen Ghosts.
I’ve decided I want to meet my true love at a bookstore. So if any cute gay boys are going to be visiting any bookstores in the near future, give me a heads up, please?
CHE BELLO is amused.
A nifty little website I ran across today will pair a random Family Circus comic picture with a quotation from Nietzsche. Of course, I would come up with the mother of all Nietzsche quotes, but this was too good not to share:
Try it out at http://www.losanjealous.com/nfc/ and post your favorites!
CHE BELLO’s photographic retrospective.
And now for some totally random pictures I took today:
Today, my begonia has 24 blooms.
I didn’t have to water my plants today because it rained abundantly. This is both relieving, as I was rather busy, and disconcerting, because it’s as if I’ve handed off my children to a wildly impersonal babysitter. The sky doesn’t know to stop raining when my plants have had enough, although I suppose since they all drain relatively well I shouldn’t be concerned. Still, I like nannies who are cognizant of their actions.
CHE BELLO loves lentils.
When I got home from rehearsal for Footloose, for which I’m designing the lights, I made a bowl of one of my favorite foods, lentils. I just boiled them in water and a little bit of chili garlic sauce. Chilis + no air conditioning =\= good idea.
Anybody have any suggestions for how to waste time?
And that leaves us with this, taken approximately 20 seconds ago, in which I wonder how I could become so bored that my idea of a good time is putting random pictures of flowers and small grains on my blog.
CHE BELLO doesn’t understand.
Isn’t love supposed to be about working through problems together?
Isn’t love supposed to mean sticking by someone when they have to go through something tough?
Isn’t love unconditional and forgiving and all those other things?
Or is love just convenient and self-serving? Is love just what you call it when you’re comfortable with someone and want to cling to them until they show you that they are human and flawed? Is love so malleable that one’s actions can make you lose sight of the person behind them, that soul that pulled you in and held you close and nurtured you?
I feel like I’ve known both kinds, and I know that I’ve been on both sides of the equation. I’ve been the one who looked past problems, and I’ve been the one who couldn’t handle flaws. And on one hand I’m okay with that, because it means I’ve learned and grown and am now at a point beyond the realization that you can’t expect the same kind of love you give to come back to you, because everyone has their own emotions and demons. But on the other hand I question whether love can ever be anything more than the latter.
I know that this is rambling, and that it probably doesn’t make any sense, but I have to try to sort out my feelings, even though I know it won’t happen in the near future. But at the moment I’m drifting without an anchor, and if tying myself to some sort of discourse on what’s going on inside will help, then I’m going to give it a shot.
CHE BELLO 