I keep thinking to myself that I'd like to write more, I really should write more..... I guess now that we've set up this blog, I certainly have an outlet/motivator for it. Mike mainly set it up as a canvas for our pictures. But, I mean, I can't know there's a blog out there with my name on it, that i'm actually a manager of, begging for my mad admin skills, and not write a bunch of the crap that bounces around in my head all day...But is it completely self-important and absorbed to think that people actually have an interest in reading my thoughts and musings? I mean, I get it that if you have kids, blogs are a fun way of tracking their lives, showing pics of the kids, telling funny stories, a nice way to stay up on the family. But seriously, i have nothing but random adventures and personal musings. Why would anyone outside of like maybe three people, two of whom are my parents, actually care?
Like today, for instance... i was thinking about how endearing it is that human beings paint their toenails. Like, if an alien from outer space came to earth, or some anthropologist 2 thousand years from now is looking back at civilization from our time and notices that - Aw! Look at that! Many of the female species decorated their nail beds with colors - it was very customary for this species to do so, in order to look attractive, both in society and to attract a mate. This painting of the nails was so common in fact, so normal, that most females, save a couple of weird ones with blogs, didn't even notice how bizarre the concept is - painting of nail beds? WHY? Because they're hard and paintable? I don't know. For some reason a visual of, say, a hippopotamus with painted toenails comes to mind and the silliness of umm... do they seem more attractive now? Maybe someone knows how/when nail painting got started. I mean the concept of attractiveness and attraction and how it's evolved - from pheremones and scent to jewels/make-up/nailpolish I just think it's kind of endearing in a way. How we human beings try so hard, in often irrational ways, until we don't even realize we're trying.
Note: This series of thoughts occurred as this writer was gazing at her pedicured nails, admiring their prettiness
Monday, August 27, 2007
Wagner Beach House
Cory-Schuman-Wagner-Beach-Birthday 2007!
Waiting for Ryan to come through the portal...
Don't mess with a man from Jersey
The girls of Normandy Beach...
The cast of "Normandy Beach"
Norcross Pond Hiking Trip
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