bethofalltrades

So. I'm contemplating doing something very un-Beth-like.

I'm considering going to a Vipassana Meditation retreat this spring.

Ten days. Silence. No Blackberry, no laptop, no communication with the outside world.

Just typing that makes me tense. But I suspect it would be good for me to unplug.

Really what I'm craving is a cabin in the woods, alone, with no telecommunications technology. Fuck meditation and fasting, what I really want is fresh air and no email.

If I were alone without technology, what would I do? I once took a vacation and didn't check my email for a week and it nearly killed me. And I'm even more deeply mired in it now.

Something to think about.

Going to bed, dreaming of empty cabins in big woods.

Love,
Beth

After my last post, y'all delivered magic in the form of the SNL videos of the Cranberries that I wanted.

( click for video goodness )

This makes me realize a couple of things.

- Dolores O'Riordan is not an incredible lyricist. That is okay. I still love her anyway.

- It's no wonder I'm totally emo, considering THIS was what I cut my pop music teeth on.

- Memory is such a malleable thing in some ways. If you'd asked me to describe that video of Zombie before I saw it, I would have told you that Dolores was wearing ripped jeans and had choppy blonde hair and was playing a red electric guitar. I would have sworn in front of God and country that it was a red guitar. But it's a white guitar? Where did the red guitar come from?

It probably came from here:


My brain conflated the two.

- But in other ways, memory is solid. In Ode to My Family, the first time they went from close up on Dolores to the two-shot, I remember it. I could have told you precisely when she'd open and close her eyes. I don't always remember the details, but I remember the visuals that really impact.

My blogs are ending abruptly recently because I am distractable. Today is day one with no Redbull... I'm not quitting, per se, but I'm seeing if I can go a day without the stuff. We'll see. Generally I'm just feeling mentally fuzzy without it.

Love,
Beth