Friday, November 30, 2007

30 posts in 30 days

The last day of November! and I did it.. 30 posts. It's gotten to be a pleasant habit of my lunch hour now, to grab a little time to muse on what I'm thinking about.

I don't keep updating a blog links list anymore, but just in the spirit of blogging and sharing a little bit of what and who I am, I'd like to list the blogs that I keep on my RS feed, those that I read whenever they post. Thanks to all of you for posting...

Bibliodyssey - Incredible book Illustrations
Gaijin Smash - Stories by a black American man living in Japan
I'm Mad and I Eat - a neighbor who blogs about food
Dykes to Watch Out For - the classic comic strip
Six Fried Rice - cool Filemaker tips and tricks
Fussy - extremely funny stories from a mom in Santa Barbara
Sacred Ordinary - a woman's thoughts on crafting, travel, and spirituality
Bizarro - my favorite comic
Rosie O'Donnell - amusing home videos and artwork from a very down-home celebrity

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Jane Rule

I read today that the writer Jane Rule passed away. She is probably most famous for writing the lesbian novel "Desert of the Heart", but my favorite book of hers was "Memory Board". I remember first reading her works from the bookshelves at the Women's Center in Oswego, NY, in 1976. This center was my home away from home during my last year and a half of college. It was a very active Center, with birth control classes and consciousness-raising groups. The library had a very complete collection of feminist literature. I had read (and proudly carried around) some feminist books as early as high school, but I had never before read any novels with women and lesbians as the main characters. I devoured all those books.

The cover art for these books was quite different from the mainstream books at the time. The colors were not as bright and the binding was sometimes quite poorly done - obviously the budgets for printing them were very low. But reading them was revelatory to me, opening up another world, allowing me to imagine some future where I could be partnered with a woman for more than 25 years, where we could be integrated into a community. But I must say, nothing in those books prepared me for a kitchen remodel!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

This is the future

Here are some enjoyable retro-future images, from an amazing website full of lists of images called Dark Roasted Blend. I can't imagine how much work it must be to compile this type of posting every day.

Speaking of the future, I have discovered that one way to move into the future is to buy all new appliances for your home. Apparently, since the last time we bought a new appliance, all electronically controlled machines must be equipped with a beeping system. The dryer will beep a series of 3 beeps, 4 times in a row, when it is complete. The washer will beep once when finished, and more if for some reason the cycle is interrupted. The dishwasher has a soft beep at the end of the cycle, although it's by far the quietest new appliance we have. Even the oven has its noises, with the timer and so forth, and it beeps when the oven temperature has reached your desired setting. The other day when I was baking, I felt inundated by all the noises, and when I had finally cleaned up and had gone into the other room for something, I heard one last beep. And then another. What could it be? I thought everything was turned off. I went around to all the appliances and bent down to listen. Another beep. It turned out to be the refrigerator - because I had left the door open. Honestly, is this what we wanted to future to be? I am afraid to buy a new coffee maker.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

30 minute blast

Well, it looks like I am going to make my pledge of a post a day for a month! It has actually gotten easier, and although at the beginning, I thought I would need a theme or some trick to keep me going, it wasn't that hard to find something to jot down. I find the writing to be mentally stimulating and fun.

At the health club at work, they have offered us free classes during the holiday season, to encourage weight loss despite turkey stuffing and coffee cake. Since I'm such a cheapskate, currently the only classes I take are the (free) yoga classes. When offered something extra for free, though, I have a hard time turning it down. So I signed up for the "30 minute blast" class, assuming that if it's only a half an hour, I can maybe endure it.

I went to the first one today, and although I cheated a little (pretending that my jumprope got caught on my foot when I needed a rest), I did get my heartrate up for the first time in many months. Most of the time, we did the weight training machines, which I find very hard to understand. I managed to avoid some of the workout because I was fiddling with the levers and weight adjustments. Now as I sit here at my desk, I am feeling parts of my body that normally I do not feel, like the side of my thigh. It is not yet unpleasant, but it could be difficult to get up if I don't do it soon. Well, off to a meeting upstairs! If I don't post tomorrow, you'll know it's because that jump-roping caused permanent damage!

Monday, November 26, 2007

Temples Underground

Check out the amazing Temples of Damanhur. 300,000 square feet of underground rooms - full of mosaics, carvings and stained glass windows. Dug into a mountain by a group of Italian artisans, led by a guy who had a vision of the whole thing when he was 10 years old.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

French Laundry

Jane took us to French Laundry up in Yountville today. She and her two sons flew in from Denver last night, and we all rendezvoused in Napa today. The vineyards were spectacularly red and gold, with a carpet of green, as we drove up this morning under low clouds. Flocks of starlings looped over the road as we approached the town.

Eating here was something that Jane has wanted to do... the prix fixe prices put it somewhere above the financial limit that I set for eating a meal. However, I have to say that for a special occasion, it was really worth it. Each tiny course was like a little work of art. Each one had an interesting taste combination. By the time 8 or 9 courses were downed, over 3 hours, we were all stuffed and very very happy with what we had eaten. The ambiance was very highbrow and like a library - at first, we spoke low and in whispers. Later, the room warmed up as people pushed back their chairs and chatted more freely.

I had a glass of Riesling that was the best I've ever had. I had Maine Lobster Tail flavored with vanilla butter. Wow, so sweet and so tender. The French bleu cheese "bleu du bocage" was so strong and wonderful that even though it was one of the last courses, I had to eat every little bit.

There are only about 15 tables in the place, and a slew of waiters take care of you - not one per table, but all of them at different times. They took care to always place a plate in front of each of us at exactly the same moment. After placing it down, one of the senior waiters would "introduce us" to each item. Some of the details were too much, like what kind of chicken laid the eggs that my tiny omelette were made of, or where the local onions were grown. They make an effort to have locally grown food, and even the caviar was from Sacramento. Dan, who is a caviar aficionado, said it was some of the best he's had. Not too salty. They provided three types of salt, one of which was called "Jurassic salt". I pictured a dinosaur holding a salt shaker. It was extremely salty and a little pink in color.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

The results of our efforts

Sweet as can be, the new kitchen with autumn light streaming in, the pear molasses pie and the apple pie.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Feathered friends

We took a hike this morning out on the marsh near our home, where the waste water plant meets the wetlands meets the bay. A bunch of birdwatchers were already out on the path, equipped with binoculars and khaki clothing. One woman had a spyglass mounted on a tripod and was closely inspecting some pelicans that had come to roost near the pond. They looked like swans from a distance, with extremely white feathers and bulky bodies. The rest of the birds, a wide variety of ducks, grebes, gulls, cormorants, and so forth, were all sharing the area with glee, ducking and fishing and preening themselves. A flock of some tiny birds gathered on the pond's shore. When we walked past, they arose in a glorious pattern of flashing brown and white underbellies. Goofy looking shorebirds walked upon their bright orange stilt-like legs, with their knees bending backwards.

None of them minded the others. They all knew there are plenty bugs and fish to go around, and that when they tuck their heads under their wings to sleep, no other of their kind would be the one to disturb them. Don't you wish we got along as well as they do?

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Pie, oh my

We inaugurated the kitchen last night. I made meatballs with pasta and salad. It took me so long to cook a simple meal like that, mainly because most of the tools were still out in the patio, and I had to keep climbing down into the backyard (via the step stool) to find the colander, the salt, etc.

This morning we pulled some of the boxes out of the garage and unpacked the baking dishes and other supplies. One pie is in the beautiful oven, and now I'm taking a break at the kitchen table. The sun is streaming in through the french doors, and honestly we just can't believe that this dream has come true. Granted, the trim is not painted, the lights aren't all installed, the cabinet hardware isn't on yet, but it is a working kitchen, and now the work will not seem as much like work.

Lola doesn't seem to know how to take it in. She is aware of this being a new place to beg for food, but it seems to me that she doesn't like change, and it will take her a while to find her "power spot". She keeps flopping down on the floor in various places, looking around, and barking at the slightest sounds.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Now we're cookin'!

Just in time for the holiday feasting, our stove and oven are functional! We went to the farmers' market this morning, and it was such a strange feeling to think that anything there could actually function as ingredients.

I am so thankful that my kitchen stove USED TO look like this:

And now, it looks like this:

There will be a pear pie AND an apple pie for thanksgiving.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Bee Calendar

Since my last name starts with B, and for the first 20 years of my life, so did my nickname (Betsy) - until I switched it out for a more lyrical and logical name that resembled my actual given name (Eleanore)- which is another story - I have a certain interest in Bees. I'm not sure if that's why my brother Bob at one time was a beekeeper. He may have had his own reasons. But I do enjoy reading about and seeing bees. Today I happened across an amazing website with a virtual tour of the Prokopovych Beekeeping Museum in the Ukraine. Among the photos was this queen-rearing calendar. The caption says, "The tan-colored inner circle turns, so the development of queens can be predicted."

I also have a fascination with calendars and this is a fabulous one. The Druids used circular calendars with each month represented by a type of tree.

The Mayans and the Egyptians also used cyclic calendars:

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Big Screen

Another amenity at Stella & Jim's house is a big screen tv. Late last night we watched "Match Point" on the on-demand service. It was an excellent film. I think we avoided it at the movies because it was directed by Woody Allen. We have pretty much boycotted him since he started sleeping with his daughter... and even had that not been the reason, I was so tired of his incessant self-obsession. But this film was free and also he does not make an appearance. The art direction was gorgeous (it almost makes me like shades of beige!) and the characters make you squirm with their immorality.

Saturday, November 17, 2007


Tonight my chorus is putting on a show, so we rushed around making our doing-our-part-to-help-the-economy-recover-every-Saturday trips (we bought a front porch light, picked a myriad of possible choices for the cabinet pulls, looked at and rejected some mosaic tiles for the second bathroom, refilled prescriptions). We got it all done in record time, which means there is some downtime to fiddle away here at my blog.

Tonight and tomorrow night we are dogsitting for Stella, which means staying in her spectacularly clean and spacious house for two whole days. It's so lovely to be here, looking at walls that don't have big plaster patches on them, not smelling the mustiness of tile grout and floor dust. You can brush by any surface without getting big swatches of white plaster dust on your sleeve.

The big event of the week was, last night, running the new Bosche dishwasher for the very first time. I geeked out reading the manual and playing with the racks, because they can be adjusted in so many different combinations. Imagine being able to take the silverware bin apart, splitting it so that it will fit in between all the large pots and pans. Well, with this dishwasher, you can do just that, and more. Now, we have some clean dishes, but nowhere clean to eat. I think I'll just leave them in there. The refrigerator works, too, and we had a small thrill when we were laying in bed and heard the tumble of newly made ice cubes falling into the bin.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Going with the flow

This picture was taken last night. We have achieved a kitchen sink!

Demolition of our kitchen was the second week of July, and since then, we have not had the use of a kitchen sink or dishwasher. Of course, we still had water in the remaining bathroom, and there was the hose right outside. But somehow I was beginning to feel like someone from the era of water pumps... when was that, exactly? Imagine every time you needed water, you had to get a pail or a pitcher, put your coat on, go outside, pump some water, get your shoes wet in the process, slosh it back into the house, and then start the whole process over again. There is a house down the street that has an old whitewashed pump smack dab in the middle of their front lawn. In the holiday season, they string lights on it.

I, for one, am thankful all the time that I live in the current era. I don't think I could have survived all the repetitive grunt work, beating clothes on a rock, or trudging to the outhouse, or sewing my own wardrobe. Hooray for the modern conveniences!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

The language of mathematics

I was reading this morning about Garret Lisi (the article dubbed him a "surfer dude"), who has come up with a theory that explains "everything" - a rival to the commonly discussed string theory. He was inspired by the 57-dimensional E8 mandala. Although I don't claim to understand higher mathematics, the idea that the universe is all the same shape as this model feels right to me. Lisi says, "I think our universe is this beautiful shape."

I looked up E8 on wikipedia, and was struck by the complexity of the mathematical language used to describe this thing. Here's one excerpt:

"This algebra has a 120-dimensional subalgebra so generated by Jij as well as 128 new generators Qa that transform as a Weyl-Majorana spinor of spin(16)...."

If you get into mathematics at school in order to avoid English, you are out of luck when you hit the higher levels.

Speaking of school, I had a dream last night that I was just starting college. I had arrived at a campus in a very small town in Kansas, of all places! I couldn't remember at all what my major was going to be. A professor came by and asked me if I would play in the school orchestra. I said, I do play the flute, but I really don't enjoy it. He said, you can play any instrument you'd like. I said, how about the trumpet? Or better yet, could I just stand in front of the orchestra and sing?

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Art's desire

I spend a lot of time thinking about what kind of art I would create, if I weren't at work during the day. I think I'd be a morning artist, who would get up early and work before breakfast.

I'd like to have a room full of inspiring images and objects that I could put together in interesting ways.

Often I'll see art that makes me think, that's so crazy! I love it! If I were an artist, that's what I'd be making!

Here is a couple of examples of some art like that, from The Museum of Folk Life and Folk Art in Salzburg, Austria.

Headdress with CHICKEN

Scrolling Eggs

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

St Patricks Day, 1981

This is an excerpt from a diary that I kept on a trip across country in 1981. It started with a FREE airplane ride from SFO to NYC. Courier companies like DHL used to pay for people to ride in coach, as long as they didn't have any luggage and could leave at any time, and DHL would use the luggage space for their shipments.

I was on my way to meet my high school friend, Teresa (aka Terri), and we were going to drive across the USA, where she was going to join our collective household in San Francisco.

AA Boarding Pass - 16 March 1981
SFO to JFK, seat 35J Smoking: Yes
Passenger name: Courier

A call first thing Monday and I was off that evening - met the DHL man at the airport, he was late 25 minutes. Sheer disbelief, especially when my ticket materialized a $700 price for which I paid nothing - and the flight was nearly empty. I watched Pvt. Benjamin, a movie with Goldie Hawn, dozed a bit, arrived NYC at 5:30am.

Terri and I went out for breakfast, did some errands, it is COLD here. 25 degrees and windy. Then we met Denise and Ed and drove to White Plains, with the crowds of green high-schoolers took the train to NYC for the St. Patrick's day parade. Watched it start from the corner of 78th and 5th with friends of Ed, who do it every year, getting drunk and rowdy and sticking out the wind and the cold. Denise is very nice, but her relationship with Ed is very weird. When they part, even for a few minutes, there is a major scene: "Do you want me to stay? I'll stay if you want me to." "No, go - oh I love you, ya ya ya ya da". Really strange. Terri said their marriage has been rocky lately but they just made up. It's like ripping flesh to get them apart. I would suffocate, but she seems to want it or need it.

Denise, Teresa and I spent most of the afternoon in Leo's, a bar down the street, drinking Irish coffee. The parade was fun, albeit cold.. I have forgotten what winter is like. I got very tired by the time we went to dinner - but didn't crash until 11pm or so, after calling Dad and Victor. Terri has a close network of friends here and it must be really difficult for her to leave. I appreciate her difficulty in deciding to leave much more now. I hope she'll be able to build a complex of friendships in San Francisco, too. We're planning to leave on Monday after we do some last minute things to close up this apartment, and we're planning to go into NY to do some things. I'm eager to get moving, and it's hard for me to be patient and let it flow. There is going to be a week in Brockport, too, which seems too much. I'm going to have to get into a rhythm that suits this part of the trip - move a little, stay and enjoy, then move again.

Ticket stub:
March 18 1981
The Left Bank Presents
Doug and the Slugs
20 E 1st St.
Mt. Vernon, NY
Wed. 10PM

Monday, November 12, 2007

Lions for Lambs

We both really enjoyed this movie, which is certainly not the typical Hollywood fare. It was a movie that took some topics (the war in Iraq, the way that media has dealt with it, and the dis-engagement of Americans from politics) and looked at them from several points of view. It was not an action movie or a political thriller, although politics played a big part, and there was action and suspense.

You have to admire Robert Redford for really doing his best to use his craft and money for delving into topics and issues that matter to him. He has made a movie that I recommend parents go to see with their children.

I like a movie, that, at the ending, I say "wow!" or "huh!" It was excellent editing.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Every single day?

I said I'd post every day in November, and I'm squeezing this one in by the skin of my teeth! I had a great quartet rehearsal, in Fremont, so it was a long drive.. and then home for a quick meal and now out to see the latest Tom Cruise/Meryl Streep movie! I'm just logging in so that I can say I "done" it.

I'll review it tomorrow....

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Rain, rain

Last night, the sun went through a clear sky, but today it misted up and before we knew it, the mist turned to drops turned to rain. Driving on the freeway was like going through the carwash, with water being tossed towards the car from all directions at once.

I spent the day helping give a vocal workshop, and one of the other faculty said she thought she was coming down with a cold. All I could think of was, why are you here?? Why shower us with your contagion? And on the ride home, I felt my sinuses contracting and a headache starting. Is it psychological? or did she succeed in the transmission? Or is it the sudden moisture in the air, after a long dry spell?

I bought some hot soup and dosed myself with vitamins. I'll put on some Vicks and go to bed early, and perhaps I can talk myself out of this, just the way I may have talked myself into it. After all, there are germs and viruses around us all the time - perhaps it's only when we open the door that they can attach.

What do you think? How strong is the power of suggestion?

Friday, November 09, 2007

As fall as we're gonna get in California

Since I grew up back east, I have lots of sensory memories of the fall. The crunchy sound of fallen leaves, the brilliant colors of the trees. I remember jumping into large piles of leaves on the lawn - for some reason I never got hurt doing this, although sometimes a gross wetness in the leaves quickly dispelled the elation of the leap (is that dog poop??? yuck). After all the leaves were raked (blisters on my thumb), then they were taken to the curb and set fire, and the smoke would linger in the air, low to the ground, under the overcast skies. We'd take a trip to the apple orchard and get some freshly pressed cider, ice cold from being outside, not from any refrigerator. The days were very short, and walking home from school became a little scary. Crossing the park, you could hear footsteps coming towards you, but you couldn't quite see who is was until they were right in front of you.

When we planted this tree in our front yard, ten years ago at least, we chose a deciduous magnolia. The guy at the nursery reminded us that we'd have to rake up the leaves every fall (like it was some kind of odd ritual that no one should choose on purpose). I'd rather rake once a year than have to pick up the fallen leaves here and there, all year long. I appreciate that the crunchy brown fallen leaves allow my senses to travel in time and place.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

A fine mess

A big container ship crashed into the Bay Bridge yesterday and left a real mess to clean up. This photo, from, shows the beach across the street from our offices, our beloved Crissy Field. In a way, it's surprising that we haven't had this problem before, with the number of container ships that you see coming and going in the Bay every day. But how on earth could you miss an obstacle as BIG as the Bay Bridge!?!? That's some very bad skippering.

In other news, I read an article in yesterday's NY Times about body weight and life expectancy. As a heavy person, I have always felt guilty that I can't seem to keep off the pounds - society makes you feel that way. On top of just feeling like I don't look "right", some years ago it became common knowledge that being fat will KILL you. Now, a study that "having a little extra weight actually seemed to help people survive some illnesses".. not kill them. There are still plenty of reasons why it's good to lose weight - but gosh, it was still nice to read that "extra fat isn't always deadly".

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Online shopping

I love to shop online, and today I found this shopping site that takes a Rube Goldberg type approach to the presentation of their products!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007


One of the words that I listed here as emotions pops out at me today: ecstasy. Such an interesting word.. defined as

Ecstasy is a category of altered states of consciousness or trance-like states in which an individual transcends ordinary consciousness and as a result has a heightened capacity for exceptional thought, intense concentration on a specific task, extraordinary physical abilities or intense emotional experience. This heightened capacity is typically accompanied by diminished awareness of some other matters. For instance, if one is concentrating on a physical task, then one might cease to be aware of any intellectual thoughts. On the other hand, making a spirit journey in an ecstatic trance involves the cessation of voluntary bodily movement. Subjective perception of time, space and/or self may strongly change or disappear during ecstasy.

It's a very, very old word. Etymonline has this etymology:
1382, "in a frenzy or stupor, fearful, excited," from O.Fr. extasie, from L.L. extasis, from Gk. ekstasis "trance, distraction," from existanai "displace," also "drive out of one's mind" (existanai phrenon), from ek "out" + histanai "to place, cause to stand," from PIE base *sta- "to stand" (see stet). Used by 17c. mystical writers for "a state of rapture that stupefied the body while the soul contemplated divine things," which probably helped the meaning shift to "exalted state of good feeling" (1620).

It seems to be that this feeling is sort of a non-feeling, when all feeling departs and you are sucked into a trance or alpha-state. I get like this when I am writing database code, my face close into the monitor, my mind clicking away the logic like a little abacus. An hour or more can go by and I'm certain I have never moved anything but my fingers. I'm sure I haven't blinked. I don't think this is the kind of ecstasy that the ancient Greeks would have understood. Most people think of ecstasy as being "bliss", but I think the true meaning is not positive or negative, just outside.
- a state of being carried away by overwhelming emotion; "listening to sweet music in a perfect rapture"- Charles Dickens

If ecstasy is the state of being carried away by emotion, is it really an emotion in and of itself?

Monday, November 05, 2007


Have you noticed how everyone is making lists these days? Life lists, they call them. Hundred places to go before you die. To-do lists on a grand scale. I did make a list like that once, it's in one of my old diaries - I am a little afraid to dig it up and review it, for fear that that the "not-done-yet" part of the list is still longer than the "done" part. I'm sure some of the things on the list are no longer something that I want to, or couldn't do even if I still wanted to (like hang gliding or something).

I do have goals, but mostly my goal is to have time to spontaneously come up with things I want to do, and then have the time to do them. This is not a good way to get things done, I'm certain. But it's a goal none the less.

What is more interesting than things I haven't done yet? almost anything. How about a little list of things I like? My favorite things.

1. Fruits and vegetables that have faces drawn on them.

2. Teapots

3. Hand-painted advertising signs

4. Art cars

5. Flowers

6. Pie and wine and good company

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Dashing to Modesto

Notice how clever I am about my "posting every day" promise - since I knew I couldn't post yesterday, I posted twice on Friday. This is the blogging equivilent of "turning back the clocks", which is so screwy that I can never figure out what's going on. This morning I thought it was 10, because I knew that I had not changed the clocks before sleeping. However, because of new-fangled technology, somehow the clock KNEW that is was the date to switch the time. I had fiddled with the clock for several minutes last night, trying to find the toggle to set the time, and gave up. We are staying at a Doubletree, and I guess that is just one of the "services" they offer.

We are in Modesto, which is a mess of a city sprawling across the central valley of California. It's one of those towns that was probably once cute in a western-movie kind of way, then it got dirty in a petro-chemical-insecticide-and-other-gross-industries kind of way, and then grew very large in population in a cheaper-to-live-in-than-the-bay-area kind of way, and now they are making the downtown look more presentablel in a look-like-the-old-west-but-have-gentrified-italian-restaurants kind of way.

PDQ sang on a show held at the new Gallo Arts Center, which is the heart of the new "theater district". It's a beautiful theater and the show was fun to participate in. Barb and I stayed here at the hotel, which feels like a real vacation from our dusty and desheveled house in-the-final-stages-of-remodel mess.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Global thinking

I wish I were good enough at map drawing to need one of these. The only person I know who could use this is my friend Victor. I remember lunches at the university cafeteria in Caen, France, when Victor would, on a dare, draw the detailed borders of any given country you could name. Of course, we didn't have an atlas to compare, but this talent always impressed me more than I can say. The details! the little bays and inlets of the coastlines! I am still thinking about, and this happened in 1974.

Upbeat or downbeat?

I looked over my list of emotions, trying to pick one to write about, and I noticed that there are an excessive number of negative emotions in the lot. I count about 12 positive ones (out of 45 or so), and the rest are pretty grim. So I am re-thinking my strategy of expanding on one of each of these - that could make for some very sad postings. My default personality trait is optimism. I think the emotion from the list that plays strongest in an optimist's day is hope. But, is that really an emotion? I guess so. What makes it so? You should be able to read an emotion on someone's face.

I'm thinking about a little chart that I saw once that had little cartoon drawings of faces, each one expressing an emotion. These faces were supposedly the "universal depiction" of feelings, kind of like the international pictographs for decyphering the psyche. I can imagine what the picture of "hope" looked like... big eyes, looking upward, goofy smile...

On the other hand, if one is truely an optimist, are they really hopeful, or just confident that in the end, everything will work out for the best. I don't see confidence on the emotion list.. but I can see the little face in my mind's eye. Steadfast, straight-ahead look, upright body posture (whoops, there's no body on my cartoon), strong grin.

Thursday, November 01, 2007


An emotion is a "complex reaction pattern, involving experiential, behavioral, and physiological elements, by which the individual attempts to deal with a personally significant matter of event." It arises without conscious effort and is either positive or negative.

This is the definition. I am finding that recently my emotional landscape has leveled. The peaks and valleys, the positives and negatives, are not so pronounced. Perhaps I'll use this space as a place to note an emotion, and by noting it, it will register a bit more on the reaction scale.

For reference and inspiration, here's a list of emotions: