Category Archives: Fodder

The Soul

I’ve created a mini mythos for myself. It centers around a car, or rather, a crossover vehicle called the Kia Soul.

It started several months ago when I kept seeing a green Soul. I thought it was following me. I would see it everywhere I went. Somehow, I believed it was the same car and not different ones belonging to different drivers. 

I began to think of the green Kia as a guardian angel. When I came to accept that there was more than one of them, I decided there was a team of guardian angel crossover vehicles watching over me.

Green Kia Soul parked.

Green Kia Soul parked.

I’m not actually crazy. I know this is something I made up to amuse myself, but I also believe that we create our own reality. For people who believe in Jesus, Jesus is real. I believe in the Kia Soul.

The Kia fixation began to feel dumber as more green ones stared showing up. There are two in my work parking lot on most days, and one at the place where my dad is. One day I didn’t see the green ones at work, but there was a black one (or white, I can’t remember). I attached some meaning to this. After that I began seeing Kia Souls of many different colors. I realized that this is just a very popular car. I wasn’t manifesting them with my special powers. Or was I? Like Fox Mulder, I wanted to believe. I decided to interpret the presence of multiple Kias as a message. The message is that the universe is flooding me with opportunities. All I have to do is keep recognizing them.

Okay, I may be a little crazy, but I am able to find comfort in my little religion. When I’m driving around town feeling worried, a Soul goes by and reminds me that everything is just fine. Maybe my brand of crazy is healthy. Maybe it’s material for the novel I will write someday. Perhaps I should buy a Kia Soul. It’s a very cute car!

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Food Ruiners

Years ago, when I was in graduate school for dance, I was sitting in the dance studio between classes and eating Jello. One of the undergraduate students sat down next to me and said , “Do you know you’re eating horses hooves?”  I can’t remember what my response was, but I hope I said something like, “Mmm, I love’s me some horses hooves!”

Illustration of bowl of red gelatin

Something similar happened today. I was at my desk, enjoying my lunch of fish, vegetables, and brown rice with quinoa. A colleague sat down at the desk facing mine to use the shared computer that lives there.

He said, ‘”Something smells good.”

I said, “It’s fish.”

He asked what kind of fish it was and I told him I thought it was tilapia.

He said, “That’s a fish without too many heavy metals in it.”  I smiled and indicated that that’s a good thing, but I wondered why he had to ruin my meal by reminding me that a lot of the foods we eat are contaminated with industrial toxins. He then proceeded to mention something about the talapia’s digestive system. Apparently it’s a complicated one that allows for more junk to accumulate in the fish’s body.

Illustration of 5 fish on a line

 

If you want people to avoid having conversations with you, I recommend you emulate the behaviors of the people I just mentioned.

Kind readers, if you have a cause that you care about, please bring it up at an appropriate time. Don’t be a food ruiner.

By the way, I don’t think they make gelatin from animal products anymore.

Pop Culture in a Bucket

I’ve been listening to a podcast called the Pop Culture Happy Hour. It’s “NPR’s entertainment and pop culture round-table podcast” about movies, books, television, nostalgia, and “what’s making us happy this week.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d enjoy it, but the more I listen, the more I like. Listening to the show feels like a guilty pleasure. I mean, with all of the stuff going on in the world, how can I sit around and listen to people talk about the latest Star Trek movie, or the new episodes of Arrested Development? I think I do need to listen to that kind of talk because it interests me.  It makes happy, and it makes me feel more connected to the culture I live in, and to people who think like me.

We all need to be entertained don’t we?

This feels like a post that could be in-depth, may even quasi-scholarly. I want to go into detail about my relationship  to pop culture. I want to discuss what it’s like to be the child of older parents who listened to Sinatra and Nat King Cole rather than the Beatles. I want this post to be really well written. It ‘s not going to be like that.

For now, this will just be a simple journal entry that I can come back to one day. I  can read it and remind myself of who I was on July 26, 2013.  I can use it as fodder for a bigger and better writing project. In fact, I’m going to create a Fodder category so I can keep track of posts that had the makings of something grander.

Back to the podcast…

They talked about Saturday  Night Live, and it made me want to go back and watch a bunch of SNL sketches.  They mentioned Mr. Show too.  I haven’t watched a lot of that one, but I’d like  to.

Some people have bucket lists of places they want to go and things they want to see. I’m starting to create a list of tv shows and movies to watch, and comic books to read. What does that say about me, I wonder?

The problem with bucket lists is that you need some leisure time to get through them.  I don’t have much of that, but i’ll do what I can. That’s all I can do after all.

PS: The term ‘bucket list’ is over used as far as I’m concerned, but here I am using it anyway. Such hypocrisy!

Bucket o fun