Prolapse awareness and shockingly low intelligence.

"For indeed my life is a perpetual question mark--my thirst for books, my observations of people, all tend to satisfy a great, overwhelming desire to know, to understand, to find an answer to a million questions. And gradually the answers are revealed, many things are explained, and above all, many things are given names and described, and my restlessness is subdued. Then I become and exclamatory person, clapping my hands to the immense surprises the world holds for me, and falling from one ecstasy into another. I have the habit of peeping and prying and listening and seeking--passionate curiosity and expectation. But I have also the habit of being surprised, the habit of being filled with wonder and satisfaction each time I stumble on some wondrous thing.”
— Anaïs Nin
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In light of my commitment to being productive I have made the following list of goals:

1. Take a cooking class
2. Clean out my closet
3. Start eating breakfast
4. Workout at least 3 times a week
5. Finish my painting
6. Use my passport before it expires in 2013
7. Complete my observation hours/ log my observation hours
8. Register for the AEPA professional knowledge exam
9. Start writing in my journal more
10. Finish all the books I’ve started
11. Schedule an appointment with my therapist

Let me make it clear, I do not want to give up the internet. But I definitely think the internet has caused some damage to society or at least my faith in it. If you ever needed reassurance that much of the population is of shockingly low intelligence, visit yahoo answers or read the user comments on news articles. It's depressing.
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But here's what I don't: all of these sites -- myspace, facebook, twitter... are so self-indulgent. Once again, I recognize that I am writing a note, on facebook, and I am a self-absorbed asshole myself. This is essentially the whole core of my internal dialogue. But have we, as humans, always been this voyeuristic and eager to portray ourselves for others? Maybe we’ve just been waiting for the appropriate medium to enable us?
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This is not to say that there are not very beneficial aspects of the internet. I whole heartedly agree it makes life easier. Additionally, social networking sites add light and joy to my life. For example, thanks to facebook I will never have to attend my high school reunion. Which is especially valuable in two ways 1) I won’t have to buy an overly priced plane ticket to know what my peers have been up to. 2) I won’t experience the inner turmoil of even beginning to care what my old gang thinks of me.
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Back to the bad stuff. We, myself included, experience a compulsion to check and update our profiles frequently. I can’t even begin to say how many times I have seen two people on their phones during a dinner instead of conversing with one another. It’s truly sad, and I’m truly at fault too.
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"Such movies are always a danger...falling in love is something most adults have actually experienced...The theme is universal and encourages...unhealthy comparisons...why can't our lives be like that? It's a box left unopened, and its avoidance explains the continued popularity of vampire epics and martial-arts extravaganzas."
— David Sedaris
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T-Pain: enough is enough. Please stop making music. I will buy you a drank.
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I  recently became aware of a bodily phenomenon known as a "prolapse," which is best described as an event where certain organs that should remain on the inside of your body, fall out of place and then suddenly become visible to outside viewers. I think the most terrifying and well-known kinds of prolapses are those of the anus and uterus. YOUR ASSHOLE AND VAGINA , ladies, CAN TURN THEMSELVES INSIDE OUT. This may sound funny until you do like I do and google pictures. If you haven’t had a recent gag reflex, this is the most educational way I can think of to encourage one. Not that Im sure why I would want to encourage a gag reflex…but just to make sure it’s still working.
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I think we need to invest more in increasing prolapse awareness and how to prevent it. Because no one should ever have to see, let alone experience something so incredibly revolting.
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But thanks to the internet, we can educate ourselves.
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The Temptations, Al Green, Lou Rawls…what happened to great soul music. Music with emotion rather than smut?
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I also forgot how much I loved Beirut. “Postcards from Italy”/ “Elephant Gun”/ “A Sunday Smile”/ “Nantes”: I missed you. Who doesn’t love an accordion? AND a Ukulele?
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I want a book nook.
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“And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you, about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child, about moving yourself around water, around mountains, around friends, about learning to love others more than we love ourselves, about learning oneness as a way of understanding… We get one story, you and I, and one story alone.”
-Donald Miller
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That is all. Space beckons.