Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
...so that's how I look
I got a call today at work from an assoicate at our Worthington store to look for for an item for a customer. We got talking. She said that she had been working with a couple who had been in our store yesterday that I had helped. They told her that they thought I was great and liked me...always nice to hear.
Their description of me to her...
"The small girl with the funny hair and the funny shoes."
Tickled me and made me laugh.
Hope everyone has a lovely weekend and don't forget to remember your Mom tomorrow.
Their description of me to her...
"The small girl with the funny hair and the funny shoes."
Tickled me and made me laugh.
Hope everyone has a lovely weekend and don't forget to remember your Mom tomorrow.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Something to say...maybe
I just read a post by a friend of mine who wondered if he didn't have anything to say or was being just lazy about blogging. We are all lazy in some form or another and we all have something to say ...it's just that sometimes nobody listens, or in this case reads, when we want them to.
I started this bloggy thing nigh on a year ago after doing "(W)holes" and heard other castmates talking about it. I, of course, wanted to be a cool kid too and so kind of found out how to do it. (The castmates who already were involved in blogging I consider exceptionally cool and wonderful people and it was kind of like a wonderful thing that they shared this secret with me. Something I never would have stumbled upon on my own.)
...but I do love words. I think that is part of the reason I love acting or maybe have learned to appreciate words more because of it. I love the way words sound. I love how some of them just taste in your mouth or ring in your ears. You can paint colours with words and intonations. Ahhh...but it is the written word here that we are talking about because blogging is about the written word.
Everyone who sits at their computer and types a blog is writing their biography or their monologue about life. We want to be Tolstoy, Steinbeck, Albee, Wasserstein or whoever you admire. We want to be important; we want to know that what we say matters. It is our humaness in us that makes us want to connect...to have people read us, post comments and acknowledge our existence.
I had someone post a comment on one of my blogs that I didn't know and at first it kind of creeped me out. I guess I thought that nobody except people I knew would ever know about this...but how silly is that? You write it...it is OUT THERE for any one who cares to find it. It is scary and intimidating. The comments were kind and maybe made me feel a little like I did have something to say worthwhile. (I have reread my essays and I think I am sentimental, angry, nostalgic, boring, obsessive and wish I was way more clever and witty than I am.)
After a post, you go back and check for comments...cause you just do. It's kind of like turning in an English paper but it's a diary kind of thing. When nobody comments, it sometimes feels like you're sitting at the bad lunch table in high school.
What is the point of this rant? We all want to matter and to be heard. Your challenge...listen to someone you take for granted and don't hear in the places you least expect...the grocery store, the gas station, the line at the movies, your waitperson. Engage...ask questions.
Everybody has something to say and we all have such a need to be heard.
I started this bloggy thing nigh on a year ago after doing "(W)holes" and heard other castmates talking about it. I, of course, wanted to be a cool kid too and so kind of found out how to do it. (The castmates who already were involved in blogging I consider exceptionally cool and wonderful people and it was kind of like a wonderful thing that they shared this secret with me. Something I never would have stumbled upon on my own.)
...but I do love words. I think that is part of the reason I love acting or maybe have learned to appreciate words more because of it. I love the way words sound. I love how some of them just taste in your mouth or ring in your ears. You can paint colours with words and intonations. Ahhh...but it is the written word here that we are talking about because blogging is about the written word.
Everyone who sits at their computer and types a blog is writing their biography or their monologue about life. We want to be Tolstoy, Steinbeck, Albee, Wasserstein or whoever you admire. We want to be important; we want to know that what we say matters. It is our humaness in us that makes us want to connect...to have people read us, post comments and acknowledge our existence.
I had someone post a comment on one of my blogs that I didn't know and at first it kind of creeped me out. I guess I thought that nobody except people I knew would ever know about this...but how silly is that? You write it...it is OUT THERE for any one who cares to find it. It is scary and intimidating. The comments were kind and maybe made me feel a little like I did have something to say worthwhile. (I have reread my essays and I think I am sentimental, angry, nostalgic, boring, obsessive and wish I was way more clever and witty than I am.)
After a post, you go back and check for comments...cause you just do. It's kind of like turning in an English paper but it's a diary kind of thing. When nobody comments, it sometimes feels like you're sitting at the bad lunch table in high school.
What is the point of this rant? We all want to matter and to be heard. Your challenge...listen to someone you take for granted and don't hear in the places you least expect...the grocery store, the gas station, the line at the movies, your waitperson. Engage...ask questions.
Everybody has something to say and we all have such a need to be heard.
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