Thursday, July 19, 2012

go ahead, have another donut

No, I haven't turned into some doll-torso photographing weirdo.  I was in Walgreens and noticed they have Barbie dolls.  "Huh.  They really did go through with normalizing Barbie's bust to waist to hip ratio."  You lose sight of such things when you pack up your dollies and don't have kids of your own.  You don't see them up close very often. 

I looked for an image of the 70s Barbie, from the time I played with Barbies, for a side by side comparison. Boy, am I sorry.  Google imaging "barbie torso 70s" is a NSFW kinda thing.  Apparently, in answer to the girls who fretted over their own less than hourglass figures, the manufacturer changed her body type. 

I have no problem with that.  I mean, who cares, right?  As a child, it never once occurred to me to look at a doll and think, "wow, I hope my bazooms are that freakishly large when I grow up!  Surely, this is an ideal I should live up to."  Nope.  Not once.  I thought about how creepy it was when you accidentally hyperextended her knees, or how frickin' losable her pink kitten-heeled mules were.  You'd get them with a new outfit and they'd last one day, two days, tops.  They fell off and mysteriously absorbed into the carpet. 

I eventually gave up my Barbie playin' days when I became a little too interested in Barbie and Ken's "alone time."  Even after Ken's head broke off and it was lost.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

step

I'm at odds with my own beliefs sometimes.  I hear myself announcing obvious statements such as "time flies goes by so fast!" or "How can this year be half over?!"  You know, general whining or better yet, whinging (great word, with its nice chewy g sound in the middle).

If my time-flies edict is true, then why am I so impatient sometimes? Hurry up and get here lunch hour or weekend or trip out of town!  I realize this impatience is the antithesis of zen, of just "being in the moment, man."  I would have made a terrible hippie.  Good thing I was born too late for that. Well, just a little.  Family photo albums reveal in my childhood wardrobe and long hair that I intersected with Era That Won't Go Away (I'll rant on "The 60s" some other time). 

Anyway, where was I?  I suppose I can figure it out for myself that I am the cause of the time-going-by-fast problem with all my finger-drumming and eye-rolling impatience.  I suppose I should ask a relaxed, patient person if she also feels time slips by too quickly?  Two subjects, not a very robust study, I admit, but it's a good first step.

Monday, July 2, 2012

the current

Halfway through the year, eh? I would lament "Where did the time go?"  "How can it be July already?" but really it's no surprise.  The days flash by comically fast and I just try to swim with the current, and stop to enjoy the scenery when it's feasible.

What a 12 months it been.  Big life changes are the ultimate shake-down. Your own personal internal hurricane, ripping up roots, toppling those nice neat piles of bricks you had stacked up. A year in, and we've still got the power on.  We're stocked up for the next one, too.