Rainbow Not-So-Brite

A few nights ago, I discovered that the Rainbow Brite cartoons are available on InstantNetflix. My initial response was that of great excitement. But then I realized that every time I revisit the cartoons and movies I loved so much as a child I am disillusioned. I find them to be annoying and trite, and I always feel compelled to call my mother and apologize for watching them so much.

How is it that we can love something so much as children only to find that, as adults, that object of our affection is in fact loathsome?

It reminds me of reading a Roald Dahl book (or watching one of the movies based on his books). As a child, I loved his writing. I loved the characters, and I loved the stories, although I could never have told you why. As an adult, though, I revisit these stories, and I realize why my mother always thought Willy Wonka was a creepy guy. I find it fascinating that things always look different through the eyes of an adult. I find it even more fascinating that there is no way to return to the vision we had then.

I have been burned too many times before. Pippy Longstocking. Shera Princess of Power. They have all proved to be less than the amazing entertainment I thought they were. So while I am enthusiastic that Rainbow Brite is available to me, I am inclined to do what I haven’t done and leave her memory in tact. To destroy one of the last bastions of childhood memory would almost be like emotional masochism. I don’t think I’m ready for that.

Anything I Can Do I Can Do Better…x2

There are those of us who can only do one thing at a time. We do that thing to the utmost of our ability, and then we move on to the next task on the list. Then there are those of us who feel like the only way to be productive is to do a minimum of two things at once (and that’s on a slow day). We go about life simultaneously (so we think) getting things done. We are taking care of business times two. Or three. Or four. It all depends on how daring you want to be. But in the process of undertaking the role of WonderWoman (or SuperMan, whatever the case may be) are we really accomplishing what we think we are?

Is it better to accomplish a lot of things in a mediocre way, or should we focus on fully and accurately completing fewer tasks on the list?

I waver. Sometimes I feel like the only way to get done what needs to get done is to multitask. There are household chores and responsibilities that have to be done simultaneously to keep our lives in working order. Then there are days when I feel like the only logical thing to do is to expend all my energies making sure that a few things get done just as they should be with no corners cut and no shortcuts taken.

I blame graduate school. It would have been virtually impossible to complete graduate school without the gift of multitasking. No one can read that many books one at a time and write that many papers one at a time in the time frame of a semester. If you can, I want to know your secrets. Actually, I’m not sure that blame is the right word. I think graduate school is responsible for honing an innate skill.

I’m sure there are people who would suggest that championing the ways of a multitasker is wrong. But I am equally as certain that there are multitaskers who would claim that there are not enough hours in the day to accomplish things the old fashioned way. I suppose in cases like this the only thing to do is to decide for yourself, leaving all matter of scientific data in the dust.

Now excuse me. I have to finish the breakfast I’m cooking while I research data on how to save the world from itself while I pay the bills while I answer the phone…

Blue Skies Smilin’ at Me?

Greetings from the afternoon! I promise not to make this a habit.

Every year around this time I find myself wishing away the months until warm weather arrives. With Christmas finished and the new year begun there really seems to be no point to the cold anymore.

In mid-December, the cold is expected and, dare I say it, welcome because it is the harbinger of the holidays. We want to hear about Frosty the Snowman and chestnuts roasting on open fires. Christmas comes and goes, and we arrive at the new year with a sense of hopeful anticipation and burgeoning potential. We countdown the seconds and throw our confetti while we snuggle in our warm coats against the current winter weather.

But then what?

When the celebrations are complete and normalcy has resumed, why does it need to be cold? I would contend that cold weather serves no purpose after New Year’s Day. The only thing to be expected of cold weather in January is a nuisance. For those of us lucky enough to live in milder climates, cold weather abates rather abruptly, and we are all the better for it. Bring on the blue skies! I have a new blue sundress waiting to make its debut…

Saturday Morning Treats

Saturday morning is the only morning that I allow myself to read The New York Times in its entirety. Well, maybe not in it’s entirety, but I allow myself to read the sections that I don’t touch during the week.

Waiting until the weekend to catch up on technology news, book news, and fashion and style news turns a mundane task like reading the paper into a treat. I curl up in bed with a cup of coffee and the paper, and I stay until I’m finished reading. And because I have a whole week’s worth of news to catch up on, I am forced to ease into the weekend.

My Saturday morning ritual changes the pace for the weekend. And aren’t weekends supposed to be about slowing down and catching a breath after a busy week?

Time to Pay Up…

As counterintuitive as it may seem, the first and the fifteenth are my favorite days of the month because I finally get to sit down and pay the bills. Although today is not the fifteenth, it’s close enough, and I am able to complete the chore that most people find daunting and depressing.

I’m uncertain as to why people feel this way about paying the bills. These are the days of the month when I can finally make sure that everyone who wants money from us has what they require. Everything that comes after today is gravy. At least until we get to the thirtieth. Then I start fretting again, wondering if there is someone I have forgotten.

For today, though, I feel like I know exactly what money is mine and what belongs to someone else. The fun can finally begin!

Good morning!

A first post is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. It’s the problem of the blank page; there are so many possibilities, and it’s difficult to start exploring one without erring on the side of being pretentious. Since that is the very opposite of my goal here, I feel it prudent to move on from this subject and onto the purpose of this blog.

My morning routine consists of making coffee and then sitting down to peruse a variety of news outlets. Most mornings I find something that sticks with me for the rest of the day (or at least until the coffee mug is empty). It’s not always something important; in fact, most of the time it’s something so insignificant I wonder if I’m the only one who caught it. When I happen upon these bits of news, I often want a place to further explore them, and while Facebook is perfect for small inquiry, the space of a status update is rather limiting.

I will also incorporate information from the Twitter accounts I follow. More often than not, I find more thought-provoking stuff there anyway since people seem to be totally uninhibited when they log on to social networking sites. And as a student of literature and a journalism major, I must warn you: I have a great affinity for words, and I like to use a lot of them. So I apologize in advance for being excessively verbose.

Now, without further ado…