Tuesday, February 5, 2008

I Don't Want to Talk About It

Bonjour, dear readers! Here I am - back after an oh-so-brief "day off". Did I use this day wisely? Absolutely not. Productively? Perish the thought. As a result of spending most of Monday dealing with soul-sucking administrative mumbo-jumbo, the Baroness finds herself at a complete loss for an inspiring topic. I know that I have told you many times that inspiration abides everywhere. I'm beginning to sense that I may have been selling a little metaphysical snake oil with that assertion. For today, it abides nowhere. Ugh.

For a brief moment, I thought of commenting on the CBS Sunday Morning piece on artist and film director Julian Schnabel. Would I talk about his art? His tour de force movie, "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly?". No, no, no. I was merely digging the fact that this man considers his pajamas to be his daily uniform. A feat not many can pull off - the only other person I can think of is Hugh Hefner. And he's about what - 200 years old? Respect your elders, I say. Yet Schnabel schlubs around without appearing either pretentious or eccentric. At least to me. Truth be told, I'm kind of jealous. But I don't really want to talk about that.

I also entertained the thought of talking about yet another Sunday Morning piece. Quite the little expose where they shed some light on a grave world issue taking place, as we speak, in Northern England. The growing number of American squirrels are threatening to exceed the population of the the more genteel and refined indigenous Red Squirrel. Scandal! Mayhem! Get the United Nations on the phone! Page Angelina Jolie! While I find the whole situation strangely enlightening - in a ridiculous sort of way - again, The Baroness is once again kind of jealous. Of the Earl or Viscount or whichever sad representation of fifedom he is. For this has become his vocation, his mission. Judgement aside (and here I would state the obvious - I have many judgements on this particular story), the man has direction and focus - he wants to rid Great Britain of American squirrels. He's the Churchill of the chipmunk world (I know - chipmunk, squirrel, not the same. Back off, Nitpick Police - it just fits). Imagine. But I really don't want to talk about that.

I thought of this amazing wisdom article I read in Yoga Journal titled "The Awakening". It outlines all the steps that follow when one is faced with a transformative event in their lives. It was appealing to the Baroness in particular as she herself has stared down something pretty big. You can actually find it through the Yoga Journal's treasure trove of a website. But really - given the choice - would you rather hear about my health woes, or read about another cowboy in my past? Three words. Yippee. Ky. Yay. But I don't want to talk about that today.

Hopefully today, I'll be able to find my way to the well, and dip my ladle into something that will slake my creative thirst. Until then, I don't want to talk about it.


Scarlett Wanna Be said...

I hate not being able to come up with something to write. It makes me feel so unfancy and no one likes feeling unfancy!

Not Afraid to Use It said...

Damn woman. I thought I was uninspired trying to figure out what to cook for dinner tonight. It sounds like you are really restless--feeling that unsettled is a pain in the ass. I've been living that lately, so I know from whence I speak. I hope you find your groove again.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess NATUI: I will hopefully get my groove back during my two upcoming mini-vacations. No, my name's not really Stella, and no, I'm not going to the Caribbean. Though I sometimes call my husband Taye Diggs (ya know, when we're "acting"...)

As for you, Countess Scarlett WB - I have no good reason for feeling unfancy - I'm wearing fancy pants and everything! But I am, and dislike it greatly. All this pouting is doing absolutely nothing for my complexion. Must. Get. Fancy.

The Guv'ner said...

Those pesky fat American squirrels with their bermuda shorts and big cameras and loud voices terrorizing the little mousy Brit squirrels in their headscarves and tweed coats. The horror! :)

I've only ever seen red squirrels in Scotland but maybe they did some dirty inter breeding stuff with the visiting tourist Yank squirrels and they are now sort of light brown.


i am playing outside said...

i just read the one about the Cowboy. hoping for something actually cowboy related, but what i got was just as good :)

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Guv: They started their "Grab Our Nuts" tour at Buckingham Palace, met a couple of birds in a local pub, and one thing led to another. You can fill in the broad strokes. According to the "We will storm them on the beaches..." report from Lord FawFawFaw-idlington,
they haven't advanced to Scotland. Yet.

IAPO: Welcome back! Sorry if I misled you, but I assure you that in his mind, David was a real gunslinger. I will endeavour to work on my ode to "Gunsmoke" (Miss Kitty - HAH!), so as to keep you inside (and reading).

i am playing outside said...

hehe i can assure you that i've been reading. sometimes i may not have time to comment, or maybe by the time i get to the end of the post, i havent come up with anything witty enough to say, but i definitely check all my blogs like 5 times a day HAHA

Lisa said...

You love Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood too???? Itt's my fave show ... I saw the piece on Julian Schnabel as well. I can't say I'm convinved he can pull of the PJs as an outfit thing, but I'm with you 100% on being jealous that he does it anyway. If I could have changed into PJs in the middle of my 2-day business meeting that I just attended, I would've been a helluva lot happier!!

On the guy who's trying to "cure" the grey squirrel problem by shooting them .. well, I saw that too and am awaiting the news of him being assassinated by some PETA people.

Ahh, it's good to be back!!! ... Babs Peapod

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