Deductive Reasoning and the Art of Intrigue

Airports heighten intrigue, or commonly known as people watching. 

From people watching you can figuring out a glimpse of someone’s story. A lady with a stroller…she probably has kids. A man wearing a coat on a flight to California. He probably came from somewhere cold. Two really tall men in baggy jeans and hoodies who manage to have priority check in/ seating...most likely athletes. Or drug dealers. This begins the process of deductive reasoning.

Often times I wonder what people gather from me. The other day at the airport I’m sure judgment passed through the onlookers eyes. Wavy hair and a flowy dress with luggage that weighed more than half of me. I can only imagine. Today, I have the same amount of luggage but I have high heel boots, skinny jeans, a blazer and belt over a scarf. Two looks, one person—there could be some deceit involved in deductive reasoning. That is another story for another time.

Airports heighten intrigue… let’s start from the beginning.

A man sits in front if a girl. He has an ipod and a book; while she sips a chai and is on her laptop. They lock eyes. The intrigue has begun. Small glances here and there become longer looks. But never a smile or an acknowledgment of each other's inquisitive eyes. He gets up. “Maybe he has a different flight,” she thinks. Then more deductive reasoning—he has a yoga mat. Maybe a sleep mat, maybe he meditates, who really knows. The possibilities really are endless. She loses his story before it could begin. That is typically how airport intrigue is.

B 1-60 is boarding. I am B52. I walk to my gate. I see him. He sees me. He lingers. Then walks away. Not far, I find he is boarding C. But I also find another clue, he has a violin, the violin leads to more deductive reasoning. He glances at me. I sense his intrigue and I’m okay with it. As I’m boarding the plane I sense him watching me. As I am finding a seat on the plane, I notice that I am looking for seats with two spots...just to play the intrigue a while more. I walk farther and farther. My plan may be failing. Oh, finally two seats in the very back. I see him at the front of the plane, walking. He looks with discontentment and picks a seat toward the middle of the plan. As he is taking his seat he takes one last look back—we lock eyes. He turns around and takes his seat. 

Oh, the places you sleep

Sleeping can be quite an adventure

Early on I discovered that I am worthless tired.

But when I am exhausted, I find that falling asleep is easy especially when I don't mean to find myself in a deep slumber. For instance:

1. In my office last year, I would stay up late writing my Media Crit paper. I would spread out all my stuff (research), typically a coffee to my right and a waterbottle to my left and write in the fishbowl (SGA bridge) until the wee hours of the morning. Until, I fell asleep and woke up to people looking at me through the window. Then realizing, I had class in ten minutes,  I had to do the walk of shame at my university and wear the same clothes 2 days in a row. Classy, I know.

2. In my bed. Doesn't sound too out of the norm? I was washing my sheets and my comforter was bunched up on my bed. I had just got home from the hottub, had my swimsuit on, went upstairs for a minute while all my friends were downstairs. I went to sit on my bed for a brief minute and passed out in my swimsuit and no sheets on my bed. All the lights on.

3. In my bed, again. My computer open next to me, and a hard cider in my hand. Yes, I fell asleep with an open drink in my hand next to my computer. I was watching Eclipse with Rose and Jessi and I don't remember the next thing. Except waking up in the morning with my computer put away and my cider out of my hand. Rose put me to sleep. ha ha

I think me falling asleep with a beer in hand was probably one of the better ones.

These are just a few of my highlighted moments.

Oh, the places to sleep

in a bed

in a chair

on a floor

I do not like to sleep

in a bed without a fred

I do not like to sleep

in a chair without a bear

I do not like to sleep

on a floor without a thor

I've been reading too much dr. seuss as of late.

bed in forest, originally uploaded by Owhynie.

This is the next place I would like to fall asleep. 

What about you? 

I'm a pro, I'm active, I'm Proactive

at least trying to be.

been writing lots of emails and trying to get organized.

It is so interesting to me that the dailies just keep piling up. It seems is impossible to finish the checklist, there are always more tasks. I have been slacking on some fairly important dailies.

My list for the next 2 days.

• Christmas Cards
• Post Office
• Wish Bethany Lomas a happy birthday in India 
• Work
• Monday: kid's club
• Tuesday: random jobs
• Buy ticket
• Dinner for Jessi's Bday
• Jessi's Bday extravaganza
• Email about 5 people 
•  Grad School Application
• transcript
• portfolio
• references
• Figure out Christmas presents 
• Pick up diploma (that's been on the list since last december)
• Clean (always)
• car
• room
•  Storage Unit
• Story Board 
• et cetera, et cetera 

A little this and a little of that

Attempting to not fall asleep and keep motivated for the day. It's a losing battle today.

But thought I'd share a little bit about what I have been up to recently.  I had the privilege to take this darling girl's photographs. Although she hates me, always cries around me. Her mother tries to convince me that she really does love me. That's the funny thing about love. You love and just can't expect anything back in return. Here are a some of the photographs. . Enjoy.

When music is the only thing that keeps you going

I'm actually rather embarrassed to be in a state like that.

Ever had one of those weeks where every song seems to related to your life in some way or another.

"Joni Mitchell you understand me so well..." blah, blah, blah.

I found out, I was in one of those places when I most definitely tried to convince myself that an Imogen Heap song explained my life perfectly.

Don't get me wrong Imogen, I do admire your stuff but the only truth in your song was "Things are not always as they seem."

A common theme. welcome to the story of my life; but that is another rant that has another time, and another place.

Maybe after a bottle of wine, you could get it out of me.

Either way my words would be jumbled even without the inebriated slip.

As for today, I'm just kind of feeling nothing but a lot at the same time.

I used to call myself a walking oxymoron. 

(mainly because I can never agree on the feeling that I'm experiencing)

It still tends to be true.

Once again, back to the music rant. I mentioned embarrassed because lately I have been so affected by music. That isn't the bad thing.  I love musical instruments, I love composition, the lyrics. But most of all, I have an intrigue with the emotion that people create with music. It's unnerving to me, but lovely at the same time.

Music is great, but not when that is the only way that God can get a person to listen. "Hey, Do I have your attention now-- I want you to be present with me."

Would you create in me a clean heart, oh God?

Restore in me the joy of your salvation

Would you create in me a clean heart, oh God?

Restore in me the joy of my salvation

- Jon Foreman,  White as Snow

 Music is a God send, even the angels sing. But sometimes slowing the mind down just long enough to listen in silence is where we need to be.

As I look up, I pray that I only see you as the creator of the moon and stars. Your hands are in everything and your words are true. I fall into your stillness and pray that I find the essence of your peace. 

>>> "When I consider your heavens,
   the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
   which you have set in place,
 what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
   human beings that you care for them?^"

 ^{Psalm 8}  <<<