Wednesday, July 25, 2007

How hard are your edges?

While playing the lively game "Who Would You Do?" with a friend, she revealed that she enjoyed flirting with a mutual acquaintance. I was a little befuddled by her choice, because I never gave him a second glance. Yeah, he's nice.....has a great smile....is attractive. But, I said, he seems too......gee, I don't know..... metrosexual, I guess. I just wanted to mess up his hair and get him dirty. It would also help, I told my friend, if he had some sort of interesting perversion.

Fast forward to weeks later. The few times I'd seen this person, I'd entertained myself by imagining him with a laced leather thong and a skull-and-crossbones nipple ring under his clean-cut attire. When that got boring because of its extreme unlikeliness, I would try to figure out his appeal. Or, rather, non-appeal. There was something just a little......off. Ever-so-slightly askew. Out of register. Soft. Maybe even girly. Not gay, mind you......just.....hmmmmmm. I couldn't put my finger on it at all.

Then it hit me. The man has no hair on his arms.

I looked around. Yep, arm hair there....and over there.....yes, and the women, too. Arm hair everywhere. Nothing wrong with arm hair. Some people's arms had quite inconspicuous hair, but you could tell it was there, even if it was just a slight fuzziness. Like you blurred their edges by a single pixel in Photoshop. But this man had hard, smooth edges, which apparently translated as "unnatural" to my brain.

I know that competitive bodybuilders do the hairless thing. But bodybuilding would not be this man's reason, unless he's a brand spankin' new apprentice.

I mentioned this mysterious hairlessness to a male friend, and he said he knows a guy (not the same person, by the way) who shaves his entire body every two weeks. Just to be sure I understood, I asked, "ENTIRE body?" And my friend nodded a wise, I-know-exactly-what-you're-asking "yes." My first question was why.

"Well, he CLAIMS he's allergic to his own hair. But I think it's because he wants to look like a human instead of a manimal. He is one hairy son of a bitch."

O....K.....sure. That's reasonable, I guess. After a few seconds of imaginary scenarios, my second question was how.

"His wife," was the simple answer.

Fast forward once more -- to tonight, as I succeed in convincing myself to work on a blog entry rather than work out. True to my OCD nature, I am compelled to perform proper research before posting. I google "man shave arms," and locate a site in which people are sharing their opinions on the matter:
i hate hair, except your eyebrows, eyelashes and head. if the arm hair is out of control, i think it is okay to man-scape-i know a couple guys who do and two who shave it off completely. what you want to do to improve your body is cool by me-as long as it makes you happy. i have been shaving my arms for about 8 years now- i love it!!

Yeah I have a couple of friends who shave their arms..nothing wrong with it. they just want to wear watches and stuff without the pain when hair gets stuck in the belt of the watch..

Only gay guys do that. But girls should shave their arms. I do (I'm a girl). It's the lady like thing to do.

I know that some bodybuilders, wrestlers, athletes in general do it for a cleaner look. Or maybe they just have obnoxiously hairy arms lol!!

My cousin does it...but I don't understand why because when it grows back it feels nasty! She has to keep doing it because they grow back thicker! I suggest you don't do it if you haven't already.

Stubble arms vs. normal arms. Who shaves their arms? That is just retarded. Are people really that bored?

If you are self conscious about your own arm hair, wax them. By all means, do not shave them! Imagine how super gross the stubble would be. Plus, shaving results in thicker grow back. Waxing can eventually reduce how thick your arm hairs are if done frequently.

Well, then.

I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions. Me? I'll probably steal sideways glances at people's arms for awhile, just because I'll be amused to wonder what the reasons may be if I see a lack of fuzziness. Eventually I'll get bored with the notion and move on to something else.

Or maybe the thought will infect my brain until I have no choice but to take the plunge myself.

Friday, July 20, 2007

'Magicalmonkey' explained

So. After introducing my blog to a handful of friends, someone asks, "How is it that monkeys are, ahem, 'magical'?"

Ahhhhh, dear reader.....you see, not all monkeys ARE magical.

Travel with me, if you will, to an ancient time where myths are real, where simple animals have hopes and dreams, where magical powers are required to get through life's adventures. Imagine a special rock in eastern Asia that, since the creation of the world, had been nurtured by "the pure essences of Heaven and the fine savours of Earth, the vigour of sunshine and the grace of moonlight, till at last it became magically pregnant."

The rock gives birth to a living, breathing stone monkey, whose eyes reflect "a steely light" which "flashes as far as the Palace of the Pole Star. This shaft of light astonished the Jade Emperor as he sat in the Cloud Palace of the Golden Gates, in the Treasure Hall of the Holy Mists, surrounded by his fairy Ministers."

So it becomes known by some pretty important god-types that this is quite a special monkey.

Well, he goes to live with the nearby normal monkeys. One day, "they decided to follow a stream to its source -- a waterfall. The monkeys decided that whoever was brave enough to jump through the waterfall would become their king. The stone monkey went through the waterfall unscathed and discovered a huge cave behind the waterfall. From then onwards, the monkeys made their home in this Water Curtain Cave, and made the stone monkey their king."

Three hundred years pass in blissful happiness, until one day the stone monkey leaves on a raft to search for a way to immortality. He floats across the sea to the Southern Continent, where he learns to speak and walk like a human. He crosses another ocean to the Western Continent, where he finally learns the way of immortality and gains a host of magical powers. He learns, for example, to "transform himself into seventy-two different images such as a tree, a bird, a beast of prey or a bug as small as a mosquito so as to sneak into an enemy's belly to fight him or her inside out. Using clouds as a vehicle, he can travel 180,000 miles in a single somersault."

Pretty damn cool, huh?

He goes back home to the monkeys he grew up with, where he gathers an army of 47,000 and begins to get a really big head. (Figuratively. I don't mean his head started to outgrow his body. I suppose that sort of thing could happen in a myth, but it's not happening here.) He claims to be king, and NOT just of the monkeys. This pisses off the Jade Emperor, and he sends his own army to find this impudent stone monkey.

However, the heavenly army cannot defeat the stone monkey's magical powers. After many attempts, "the dove faction of the heavenly court persuaded the emperor to offer the monkey an official title to appease him. The monkey accepted the offer on a trial basis. However, he learned a few days later that he was cheated and being jeered all over the heavenly court: the position he held was nothing but a stable keeper. Enraged, he revolted."

After a long war, and with the help of all the god warriors, the heavenly army finally did subdue the stone monkey. But all methods of execution failed. It was completely impossible to kill him. As a last resort, the emperor commanded he be burned in the furnace -- but instead of killing him, the fire and smoke gave the monkey more powers. He fought his way back home again.

At last, the emperor asked Buddha himself for help. The Buddha moved a great mountain known as the Mount of Five Fingers to fall upon the stone monkey. The monkey still did not die, but this time he was imprisoned under this mountain in a stone box where he could not move. Everyone forgot about him, and for years and years, he was there alone, under guard.

This, my friends, is where the stone monkey king's story REALLY begins. Everything I've written so far has just been backstory. You see, an ancient seeker named Kuan-yin was sent by The Buddha to recruit the monkey's help with a mission. Her task was to fetch some sacred scriptures from India. The Buddha believed that, even though the sins of the monkey were great, he was ready "to learn his lesson and embrace the Faith and devote himself to the good."

Thus continues "The Journey to the West," a captivating, epic story known to Chinese people throughout the world. Even though Kuan-yin recruits a team of other helpers, the story focuses on the stone monkey king, Sun Wu Kong.

I'm actually thinking about reading this story, myself. Or, rather, downloading it and listening to it on my iPod.

Now. At this point, I know you're anticipating the moment -- that one paragraph, that enlightening sentence, the payoff -- where I bring ancient Chinese mythology together with this ridiculously obscure blog authored by a twenty-first century, strange-thinking American.

Well, then. Here it is. Without further ado.

Sorry. No connection. I googled "magic monkey myth" this morning, and the story of the monkey king seemed to leap off my laptop screen. In truth, I tried probably 40 other names when setting up this blog, and everything was taken. I don't even remember what my first attempts were, but eventually I turned to phrases incorporating the word "monkey." Because, well, monkeys are fun! An alliteration theme gripped me, so I pulled up all the "M" words in my e-thesaurus.

Macabre? Nah. Macaroni? Macaroons? Those are dumb. Machiavellian? Interesting concept, but, no...too pretentious. Hey, madmonkey sounds like a good one.....but, no, that name is taken. I guess it sounds too angry, anyway.

You get the picture.

"Magical" was perfect....versatile, memorable, easy to spell, a bit weird and mysterious. Well, mysterious up until now, anyway.

If anyone asks, the name of my blog relates quite brilliantly to 16th-century Chinese mythology. You'll say something like, "Lisa's not Chinese, mind you, but the woman is SO incredibly well-read. We should all wish that we could possess even a fraction of her insight. Her blog entries are like rays of light from the heavens, bestowed upon us so that we might become better human beings."


My retelling of the monkey king legend, as well as the quoted text, originates from these sites:
http://www.vbtutor.net/Xiyouji/journeytothewest.htm
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/6666/monkeyproject

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Yay! Poll results!

Cool, I had a whompin' three votes in my poll! Of course, no one voted for the same item, so we have a three-way tie. But since I'm starved for blog entry topics, that is juuuuust fine. The winners:

• Explain your love for monkeys.
• How is it that monkeys are, ahem, "magical"?
• Um, the Barbie thing. Was this your way to say that only a consenting adult would be allowed in such play?

Since I'm having one of those productive, clean-the-house Sundays right now, I'm going to make you wait a little while longer for the answers. Stay tuned. :)

In the meantime, I've added a list of links at left for your.....ummmmm, entertainment, I suppose. Sort of. I guess.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Who's on first?

Me: "Hey, have you been to my blog lately? I have a poll now."
S: "A pole? What type of pole?"
Me: "It's a new Blogger feature I'm trying out."
S: "You mean like a pole-dancer pole?"
Me: [silence...while an "I-should've-known" light bulb dawns above my head]
S: [quizzical, slightly impatient glance in my direction]
Me: "Hmmmmm. I guess you'll have to go there and find out."

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Hey, you...help me play with a new Blogger feature

Gee, that sounded rude. I meant to say "please."

At left is a poll containing the topic requests I've received since starting this blog. Now is the chance for my loooonnnnnnnnggg list of fans -- all two of you -- to fight it out. I know you're on pins & needles to see which one will win, because I certainly am.

Friday, June 15, 2007

A week ago today, Blue still had all his nipples

Oh, it's blissful to be home! I spent Sunday through Wednesday in a whirlwind of madness and creativity at the How design conference in Atlanta. I'm still trying to process everything they threw at us -- a whompin' truckload of great information for designers, both professionally and personally. Life is good, man. Life is good.

Last week, though, it was a different story....

Thursday, June 7
7pm. Auuuuuugh!! I haven't gotten anywhere NEAR the amount of things done at work that I'd needed to accomplish before leaving town. But I must leave the office....I have a gazillion errands, and a house to clean so that I won't be embarrassed for Anna to come over and check on my cats while I'm gone. Still, though, I feel good, because I have permission to work from home on Friday. Focus, yeah! That's just what I need.

Friday, June 8
Noon-ish. Wow, I've been really productive this morning. That annual report is coming right along, and I'm confident I'll get a proof out before leaving town. I think I'll have that leftover salmon and broccoli for lunch. Yum!

Soon after noon-ish. Ahhhhhhhhhh, a beautiful moment of peace, love, and clarity while cuddling with sweet man-cats Ozzy and Blue. I notice a small lumpish area on Blue's tummy, and make a mental note to take him to the vet when I get back into town.

5:30pm. Still feeling good. Copy formatting is taking longer than I thought, but I have a design direction which I'm sure will pan out easily and quickly. I'll go run the last of my errands, and I'll finish Proof 1 when I return. I may have to work into the late evening, but that's OK. No worries.

Saturday, June 9
1:30am. OK, I've got worries now. Design direction sucks, and I've got a cloud of black doom lurking above. I can't work in this mood. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I go to bed.

Mid-afternoon. My heart is filled with love for my job and the people I work with. Realizing I'd not have enough time to finish the work and print a proof before I leave, I make a dreaded phone call.....and......she......(gasp!) understands. Wow. I'm blown away. I promise to have it ready a week from Monday. Relief!

8:20pm. God, it feels great to hit my couch after a hard workout! Today, for the VERY first time in my mostly-couch-potato life, I craved -- hungered for, needed -- exercise.

8:25pm. "Hi, boys! Come over here and cuddle!" Hmmmmmmmm. Blue's lumpish area is quite a bit bigger, about the size of a pea. And.....isn't it surrounding one of his little nipples?

8:35pm. Starting to pull together everything I need for the trip. One more load of clothes, and that'll be all the washing. Could a swollen nipple be serious?

8:40pm. God, I need to clean the dishes in my sink. Anna will be disgusted when she comes in to check on Ozzy and Blue. Poor Blue....I wonder if his nipple hurts? He seems to be fine. I should check it again.

8:42pm. Hmmmmm, he seems to shirk away a little as I put my hand over the lump. I decide to fire up my laptop to see what I can find on the internet.

9:05pm. Googling "male cat swollen nipple." It takes some digging because it doesn't seem to be a common problem, but the advice I find: "Get him to the vet as soon as possible." Yikes!

9:55pm. Sitting in the emergency vet clinic waiting room, trying to comfort my sweet, introverted, homebody cat. He's tucked tightly into a softsided carrier with mesh sides, panting heavily with fear and shyly reaching toward me with his left front paw. Car rides absolutely terrify him....I'm sure he's glad to be out of the car, but this strange, fluorescent-lit place is not much better. I'll bet he's wondering what bad thing he did to deserve this horrible treatment.

10:10pm. A couple children catch sight of him, and they come over to ooooo and ahhhh..... "Look, a cat!" "He's soooo big!" "Oh, how pretty!" Blue presses against the back of the carrier and starts to breathe even faster..... Geesh, is he going to have a kitty heart attack?? Luckily, the kids' parents, small family dog in tow, came over to take them home. Blue and I are left alone in the waiting room.

10:30pm. "Wow, what a big boy! And so handsome!" The vet's assistant admires Blue, just like the excited kids in the waiting room. She turns Blue on his back to check out the place I describe to her, and gets an ever-so-slightly-worried, wrinkly look on her face. Gently collecting him in her arms, she says she'll be right back. I can't believe how well behaved Blue is, but more than that, I'm horrified that she is taking him to another room without me!

10:40pm. Still alone. Was that Blue's distressed meow I just heard?? I want to cry.

10:55pm. The vet's assistant has returned to the exam room, and is turning Blue on his back again, this time to show me a raw, small slit of a wound surrounded by a cleanly shaven area of soft fuzzy tummy. I still can't believe that Blue is so well behaved...as he's turned onto his feet again, he meekly walks into the carrier, turns around so he's facing out, and gingerly lies down with a weary little kitty-sigh of a noise. The vet's assistant leaves the room, saying the vet will be in in a moment.

11:10pm. The vet--another caring young woman who loves cats--is explaining to me what happened while Blue was in the back. Apparently the swollen area was an infection, but there was no way of knowing what caused it. Perhaps Blue had caught the nipple on something, she explains, or maybe Ozzy had accidentally scratched it while they were play-fighting. She says the area "just exploded" during the examination, and--while this calm professional makes a "that-was-freakin-nasty" nose-wrinkling face--says, "what came out was.....very....cheesy. I've never seen that happen in a male cat." And to top it off, poor Blue's little nipple had completely dropped off with the spooge! Ewwww.

11:45pm. Blue is wailing and panicking and panting heavily, as he always does, during the car ride home. I think it's the motion that disturbs him, because he seems to calm a little while we're sitting at stop lights. The vet told me there wasn't any danger of a kitty heart attack during short trips, though, so I'm not worried that Blue's extreme stress will be detrimental. I have antibiotics at my side to make sure that the infection gets cleared. How I'm going to get those pills down an obstinate cat's throat, I am not sure.... And I begin to prepare myself that I may have to stay home from the conference.

11:50pm. I'm surprised that Blue doesn't dart out of the carrier as I open it in the living room.....instead he tiptoes cautiously out. Ozzy comes to meet him, and sniffs his brother while Blue sits perfectly still. But the second Blue leans over to lick Ozzy, Ozzy hisses violently. I remember reading a few years back that if you have multiple cats and take only one to the vet, the ones left at home won't recognize their sick pal when he returns because he will not smell the same. Apparently, it's true. I feel even worse for Blue now--he had to endure not only the anxiety of the car rides, the indignity of the vet visit, and the pain of his nipple falling off....but also complete rejection by his brother. Sigh....

Sunday, June 10
1:18am. Watching the numbers change on my LED clock, trying to go to sleep. The important thing: Blue seems fine, though quiet, and he and his brother are cuddly with each other again.

2:08pm. Elation! Anna agrees to come over twice a day to give Blue his antibiotic. She's a freakin' angel, is she not? I push my packing efforts into warp speed, even though a big part of me wants to stay home with the boys.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Random news from a longtime friend

A recent dialogue of somewhat dubious note, proving that I'm not always the wacky one.

Me: "What did you say? Your sister got a blow job?"
M: "No, no....she got a BOOB job. Can you believe it? My 47-year-old sister went from negative nipples to a D cup!"
Me: "Oh my gosh...you're kidding me!"
M: "She is so sore. Don't believe it if they tell you you'll be back in commission right away. It's been a week and she still can't move."
Me: "Yikes. Well. Um. So. ...... How are things going with what's-his-name?"
M: "Really good. We'll NEVER get married! I couldn't be happier!"
Me: "That's freakin' awesome."
M: "He's looking for another job, and has applied for a position with your company. He said to ask you if you can sleep with someone in HR."
Me: "Sure, whatever it takes."
M: "I'll just tell him you'll work your way through the entire department."
Me: "No problem. I'll get started right away."