Defective Ears

I dropped a pretty penny on some Audio Technica noise-canceling headphones for an upcoming trip. Lord knows I sure do enjoy some marathon movie watching on them flying machines, and for once I’d like to hear the dialogue of said crappy entertainment. Anyway, after much debate between over-the-ear or in-ear headphones I chose the latter and had a seriously frustrating hour of shoving the earbuds in every which way in an attempt to get them in my goddamn ears. No dice. Finally, I was able to get them in and vowed never to remove them. Then of course I tested out my iPod and almost became deaf thanks to Justin Timberlake. Woops. Audio settings can hurt. Well, the learning curve is over now, I’m pretty sure I can correctly wear my headphones maybe 50% of the time. The other 50% I’ll just be drawing attention to myself as I attempt to manipulate my ears until I either puncture an eardrum or get myself in a position where I can wedge the earpiece in place in a vain attempt to cancel out screaming children and airplane engines.

Let this be a lesson, Sad Sighers

This afternoon, I come to share the news that honorary Sad Sigh writer Morrissey collapsed and was taken to the hospital, causes unknown.

Speculation abounds! What could have toppled the former Smith’s lead singer, responsible for lyrics such as “I’ve a shyness that is criminally vulgar” and “life is a pigsty” and “life has killed me”?

Grace: Do you think sorrow brought him down?

Kristin: I think he collapsed under the weight of his own tears.

That’s right!  We know what made Morrissey collapse!  And let this be a lesson to you all as well.  Sadness has its price!  IT HAS ITS PRICE.

Sassed by a slowpoke

I’ve only recently begun listening to music on my iPhone, once on the train, and twice yesterday while walking around on my usual quest for food. I’ve also just discovered the Genius option and yesterday I picked an Alicia Keys song as the catalyst for my Apple-induced playlist as I walked towards Whole Foods. Having already walked around extensively while sweating profusely in my poorly ventilated jacket earlier in the day, I was hesitant to walk at any sort of pace that would make me sweat. Plus, I was listening to Alicia Keys, and she does not make one want to pick up the pace.

As I walked, tuning out the world, I noticed this guy walking slowly somewhat ahead of me. He was older, walking with a limp, and wore a fanny pack. I decided it would be rude for me to brush past him, so I just minded my business and we basically started walking side by side. At that point, I decided enough time had passed to make it impossible for me to go faster without it being obvious that I was trying to get away. No need to make a decision though, as the guy, despite my headphones, remarked loudly and proudly, “I’m keeping up with you!” I gave a polite chuckle. “We’re walking at the same speed. But I can’t go faster because of my heart.” I didn’t know what to say, so I kept walking next to him. We reached a corner and I made like I really wanted to stand at a Don’t Cross light even though I wanted to continue around it like him. When I looked and didn’t see him walking, I realized he had sat down at the bus stop. The light was nowhere near changing, so when I determined he wasn’t going to turn around to see me, I hoofed it past the bus stop for half a block to the next light. And broke into a slight sweat.

Heat waves hate me

If heat waves loved me, they would occur on their own time without inconveniencing me in any manner. Unfortunately, heat waves hate me so they’re pretty into making sure they’re going to happen wherever I’m going. After the Pacific Northwest I thought nothing could be that bad – but of course hot weather had to make my visit to LA all that more miserable. Nothing like putting on sunscreen only to immediately sweat it off! In some ways I think it’s preparing me for the heat of Africa, but I’m pretty sure the end result is going to be me dying of heat stroke, with God laughing at me by previously making me miserable under the guise that it would train me for intense weather when in reality he just hates me as much as heat waves do.

A sad reminder

You know you’re really not wowing anyone with your body when your doctor yawns and doesn’t bother to hide it while giving a breast exam. Not that excitement would have been an appropriate reaction.