Cabo

I know that Cabo just got hit by a hurricane, but the water temp is 87 degrees! 87!

Who's going to watch the kids while the hubby and I go next week? The week after? Anyone?

Maybe I really am crazy

I've never been able to decide if I have an actual eating disorder or if its all part of the irritable bowel package. Part of the problem is that I don't think I actually binge, so it doesn't really sound like bulimia, but this describes my situation better - frighteningly so -because, as I said earlier, I don't binge, I tend to feel full after what looks to me like a reasonable amount of food, and the purging part is comforting and feels like a reasonable physiological response to the signals my body is sending my brain. And I don't look on it as a problem, although I do notice that these needs arise when I'm under more stress. Isn't it frightening that throwing up is comforting to me?

My figleaves addiction

A bathing suit I have been coveting at Figleaves just went on sale - originally $123 for the top and $100 for the bottoms - the sale price I got was $36 for the top and $32 for the bottom. And, when I went back to the site to get the link, the price of the top was $86 and the bottom $72. Superscore! (It's the little victories that make life bearable).

Who knew household appliances could be so much fun?

If this isn't pornography, I don't know what is:

This vacuum cleaner sucks -- regularly, on schedule, hard and with nimble poise...

Of course I want one. Roomba, that is (just in case you choose not to follow the link and end up with the wrong idea of me).

Why do I love Prufrock so?

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

Quote of the day

As many of you probably know, I love Cary Tennis and his "Since you asked.." column at salon. I love his often poetic and orthogonal responses to letter writers (here is one and then another of my current favorites, but there are many, many more). His response to today's letter writer is not the most poetic, but it is good, sound advice that I find particularly relevant:

So take some time to prepare. Preparation is not the same thing as delay. It doesn't mean putting it off until you feel ready. It means setting a date, making a commitment and then planning fully and well.

My life as a cog

This job hunting in industry thing is frustrating. Its hard to look for a job as a cog when you had expectations of both a) running your own research project and b) starting your own company. So many dreams went down the drain in the past year. And for dream "a" it was the second time the plug got pulled on that one. So hard to readjust your expectations down. And to know that you only have more of the same to look forward to, that its all hard-scrabble for someone else and never hard-scrabble for yourself.

I was thinking recently that my food allergies are a pretty good metaphor for how I'm feeling right now - so many things I want but I just can't have. (And sure, I understand that this is true for everyone, but what therapy has given me is the permission to acknowledge my feelings, to accept that, yes, I have a right to feel frustrated about this. My life is about my story and not about somebody else's story, my feelings and not about somebody else's feelings. Its perfectly understandable that I am frustrated, and its okay. Feeling guilty that I am being foolish only makes things worse, and is also not true.).