Ira and Abby

What started as just a silly film about quirky girl meets neurotic uptight dude, turned into a refreshing approach to relationships. These two decide within six hours to get married, and end up married, divorced, and married again.  After realizing that marriage is not a fail safe, be-all-end-all. Perhaps they want to be together, but unmarried. They divorce again.

Ira and Abby realize that perhaps couples aren’t meant to be together forever.  And that isn’t a bad thing.  Just realistic.

Ira: Maybe marriage is just a fad, with an unusally long lifespan….
Abby: Like bottled water
Ira: or man-sandals…

It seems anytime I’ve considered marriage, it’s always because “everyone’s doing it,”  ”it’s the next step.”  But what about keeping that option open that perhaps you don’t want to be bound to someone forever, or pulling off the legal red tape to unstick yourselves from one another?

And perhaps for those of us who do want it ,deciding to marry within the first few hours of knowing on another, might make the most sense.  Why not get hitched while you still have that heady-oh-my-god-I-can’t-get-enough-of-you feeling instead of waiting around and doing it as “the next stage of life” ? Go into it while the adrenaline, endorphins and dopamine are charging through your brain!

Ira and Abby seemed to have it figured out.  Enjoy the rush of marriage, with the rush of first finding out you are in love, then as it becomes comfortable, divorce and live contentedly while still acknowledging the happiness together, may not last forever.

 

Song Lyrics that can kill me

Listening to music is something I do all the time. The last week and half, I had little time for listening to music.  Once I finally put my headphones on, I realized how much I need to lose myself in songs.  Apparently, this is has become a way of letting go or calming down.  I love songs that continually break my heart.  I don’t particularly want a real broken heart, but I suppose a broken heart by proxy makes me feel more open to the world? I’m not quite sure.

 

I thought I’d disappeared.

My obsession with Michelle Obama continues. A old friend (he is not old, older than me, but, we caught up recently) and I have begun our political movement based off of the strap of Michelle Obama’s Inaugural Gown designed by Jason Wu. At first I wasn’t too fond of the strap. But as I looked at the dress, I  realized I like the strap. After forcing my friend, by email to stare at the dress,  (or at least he was nice enough to pretend) he realized his love for the strap as well.  (that sounds either dirty, or like a violent parent).  Our Political Movement, well, we haven’t quite figured out what it stand for, or what we hope to accomplish. We just know we are the  SO’s.  Or the Strap On’s!  But we wrap ourselves in chiffon and fight for the greater good of the strap!

 

Have you Ever had a Migraine?

While I would prefer to keep my migraines out of this blog, I have found that it may be near to impossible.  You see, I suffer chronic daily headaches as well as frequent migraines.

Oh they’re clever too. They can strike quickly, or very sloooow! Sometimes my fingers begin to tingle.   Every once in a while I become  mean, unbearably mean, like the bully who would pick out any physical trait that made for good fodder. There are times that I become rock bottom depressed wondering how my world began to suck so hard.  

Then there is the the slow loss of my vocabulary.  It used to be after a severe migraine, I would lose words very easily.  I pictured my brain with grill marks charred into it.  Now though, everyday I struggle to find words and often wind my way around to what I’m attempting to in say in five words rather than two.

 As a poet this is turning out to be the hardest part.  

Sure migraines are good material for poems.  The intense pounding of my head, seeing weird lights,  feeling like a pencil is being pushed into my temple or sometimes my inner eye.  Or the time (TMI ahead) I threw up red Gatorade and (not wearing my glasses) thought I had internal bleeding!
But this loss of words has really thrown me.  I was used to losing words for a day or two during recovery from a brutal migraine.  Now, I forget words daily, or for a week at a time.  I have to describe to Mike what I am trying to say, in order to find the word.  It’s a little unsettling.  

 

It also leads to a lot more revising in my poems.