Condensation Woes

September 27, 2011

So in the midst of this ‘humidity wave’ I find that I am getting really irritated with condensation.  Now I realize this is irrational, because it’s basic elementary school science and cannot be helped. However, that does not mean it’s not bothersome. Let’s be honest, how annoying is it to pick up your nice cold glass of water (or whatever), take a refreshing gulp, and then find that the front of your shirt is all wet from the pool of water that was sitting under your glass. Ugh.

Not to mention that it makes the glass stick to coasters. I can’t count the times that I’ve picked up a glass, started walking away, then clonk–coasters all over the place. I once made it from my basement to my bedroom with a coaster in tow. A small annoyance, but obnoxious nonetheless.  Not to mention that it also ruins coasters. I have these adorable coasters that I brought back from Paris and this damned condensation is making them peel, womp womp. Oh well, c’est la vie! Anyway it will be winter soon and this problem will dissipate, for a few months anyhow.


As The Summer Sun Fades…

September 27, 2011

One of my very favorite things about the summer is crisp summer nights outside (with the proper bug spray application of course). Sometimes the days are so sweltering and hot and there is nothing nicer than going outside after dinner when the sun has set and the heat is fading. My favorite season is Fall, and my favorite thing is that first day when you can feel the weather change, and on those sumer nights it’s like a preview of the relief to come. I wish it could be Fall all year.  One of my favorite things is going out in the summer, than walking home lat at night when its so quiet and beautiful out. It’s pretty amazing. I came across this exact sentiment on a blog I frequent:

It’s now officially Fall and I can feel the summer weather starting to wind down, and I’m certainly looking forward to apple picking, and pumpkin flavored things, and wearing all my fun Fall clothes, but I’m sad the summer is over. Things will be so different now, maybe everything.  When summer ends there is a palpable shift in the air, you can feel it in people’s attitudes, more so that with an other season. It changes people. Perhaps we feel there is more possibility in that fleeting season, where the days seem to last forever, and the nights seem to hold endless possibilities. I’m not sure why this is, but people always expect summer to be so amazing. I guess it’s because that’s what summer was when we were children. Three months of no school and no homework, just waking up whenever we wanted, playing games all day, chasing down the ice cream truck, swimming, going to the beach, and so much more. It seemed like everyday was fun. I guess we never really let go trying to recreate that feeling, perhaps long into adulthood. I used to love playing basketball once the sun went down because we could play for hours in the night air. And now that I’m no longer a child I guess I replaced late night basketball with late night walks outside, and conversations over beers or ice cream (depending on the night).

Well, the summer’s over now, so I guess it’s time to let go and enjoy what comes next. But, there’s always next summer.

The Unexplained

September 25, 2011

Anything in life that goes unexplained is extremely frustrating. Okay maybe this isn’t a universal sentiment, but it’s how I feel.  When something happens and I can’t figure out a rational, reasonable, or plausible explanation why, it drives me insane. And I’m not just talking about, serious, important things in my life. This applies to just about anything. One of the less important things that makes me nuts is what I call “the unexplained traffic jam.” Traffic sucks.  Well okay, sometimes I must admit I don’t  mind it that much. I turn up the music and sing along, as if I can actually sing–can be good times. However, most often traffic is maddening to all of us.  Everyone has always got someplace to be, and it seems they need to get there as quickly as possible.  In the Shawshank Redemption, the character of Brooks Hatlen said: “The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.” Well, he was quite right.  We are always rushing around these days, but I won’t get sidetracked with that problem (maybe in another post).

So, my point is that traffic seems like a real burden. And even if we don’t have anywhere to be in particular, being stuck in a car not living life, sort of being stuck in between is annoying, and a waste. Now a lot of times you sit in traffic, and eventually you come up to an accident or a disabled vehicle, and you look out and see open road stretched out before you. Such a great feeling to make that final manuever and press the accelerator.  However, a lot of times there is no explanation. You crawl and crawl through traffic for miles, and then all of a sudden, for no apparent or obvious reason, the traffic dissipates. It’s as if the road got bigger to accommodate more cars, or some cars magically disappeared. Clearly, this is not the case.  The most plausible explanation is that there is an excess of cars on the road, and one or more of those cars, in the front of the pack, are merely going too slow. And by doing so they create a horrific domino effect on the traffic pattern.  Perhaps this isn’t true at all; it may be a ridiculously simplified explanation, but if anyone has a better one I’d like to hear it.

The second most annoying cause of traffic is rubbernecking. Why, why do people do this? For anyone that doesn’t know, rubbernecking is when you slow down your car as you pass an accident so that you can be nosy and see the wreckage. Now generally this effects the other side of the highway, because if its on your side you probably have to slow down to merge and get around it. However people slow down a bit too much in my opinion. Why are we so interested in other people’s misfortunes? Very strange. It’s irritating, but I still maintain that the “unexplained traffic jam” is more frustrating, because rubbernecking is caused by humans beings natural curiosity ( and the stupid tendency to need to know everything about everyone all the time, see facebook). It bother’s me less, even though nosiness is annoying, because there’s a clear cut cause and effect scenario with it, whereas the other remains a mystery. Whoever said what you don’t know can’t hurt you was a complete idiot.


Here’s To Future Days

September 23, 2011

“Did you say it? ‘I love you. I don’t ever want to live without you. You changed my life.’ Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in ’cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow.”

Life moves so fast, and things can change in an instant. So maybe it’s not even advisable to be a ‘planner.’ I’ve always liked to know things ahead of time, get things done early, and know where I’m going to be and what I’m going to be doing in advance. My former stepdad used to call me Dinkins after the former mayor of New York City, because he said I always had to know everything and was always asking a million questions. I guess most politicians are like that. Anyway, I’m starting to think that perhaps living in the moment, for the most part anyway, is the better route. When you make plans and things don’t work out its generally very disappointing. Now this can be anything; it can be a small thing like a dinner with friends or something big like an engagement/wedding (I mean obviously planning has to go into this but you get my point)

The thing is people are strange creatures. We can never really predict what someone else is going to do, or what they may be thinking. And sadly most people are liars, so believing people’s word can be risky at best. I think it was Bob Dylan who said: “Most people don’t do the right thing. They do what’s convenient, then repent.” Something like that anyway.


My point is perhaps the best any of us can do is enjoy each moment of our lives as it comes. And not try to plan for future happiness or contentment, because I’ve come to realize that it’s when I start making plans that I usually find myself the most hurt or disappointed in the end. One way or another. Perhaps the best thing we can do is enjoy the happy moments as they come, and then when they pass (as they inevitably do) look forward to the next one. But who knows maybe people can’t change, maybe we’re doomed to repeat the same mistakes our whole lives. Maybe I will always be a ‘planner.’