Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Third Night

Somehow this slipped my mind when writing the last post, so I'll just leave it here for you. Sometime last week Amy complained that for a few nights I was sleeping right in the middle of the bed--and that I had both stolen the covers and could not be moved. The same day that she told me I made an extra effort to not sleep in the middle as a courtesy; but she seemed determined to get her payback regardless. After I crawled in I realized, not only was she super close to my side, she was clutching about a quarter of the covers to her chest and wouldn't give them back! Coincidence? I'm not sure I believe that!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Take a seat dear--let's catch up...IN BED!

I've now been home for...three weeks? Our internet connection was shot to hell until last Thursday and I started school two weeks ago. I guess what I'm saying is, sorry for not posting. RL got in the way. (side note: seeing 'RL' like that makes me think of RL Stine. I was a huge Fear Street fan growing up but that is neither here nor there). For today I have a few short comments, as there have been no earth shattering revelations to relay.

The first is something minor I noticed the other day. Amy is unfortunate enough to suffer all manner of physical ailments. Between headaches, achy joints, and 'numb toe,' barely a day seems to go a day without some sort of pain. I'm fortunate not to have such problems, but I have what one might call a laundry list of mental issues. These have at times gotten so bad I had to withdraw from school. Fortunately the worst of them is in remission now; Hawaii really suits my temperament.

And I'm sure many of you were on pins and needles to know about our 'nightlife' once reunited! Well, I can relay that the morning after I came home Amy awoke with an elbow in her back--and was pleased. I laughed when she told me (but I usually laugh when she tells me what I've been up to!). Naturally, the honeymoon is over and I'm once again getting complaints of hogging the covers (and the bed). Not that she's infallible, though she might tell you otherwise, last night she was snoring to high heavens! I was in the bathroom washing my face and it was loud enough as to distract me from this task. Several times I considered going and waking her up just to get her to stop. Fortunately, by the time I'd crawled in bed she had finished.

Other than that, the sleep is great!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Second Night OR The Night that Wasn't

I'm the youngest of two children, spaced ten years apart; Amy is a middle child of a considerably lesser gap. Prior to this arrangement I hadn't shared a bed with anyone since I was 8, not including hotel beds and even those were scarce. I rarely even shared a room (and opted into single dorm rooms when I could). Since it is more familiar to me to be in my own bed, I thought my trip home for the holidays would provide a welcome break from sharing.

But no. I seem to have Stockholm Syndrome'd her. A week and a half now I've had difficulty falling asleep--or simply not rested well. For all her nocturnal annoyances, I can barely sleep without her. Amy has mentioned that she has also had sleeping problems, but that hers are, conversely, morning related. Amy's job sometimes requires her to wake up at four or five in the morning and she has been sleeping through her alarm (which almost never happens under normal circumstances)!

It is high time I went to bed. I will be so glad when this vacation is over; I will sleep so well!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Why do the best conversations happen at the worst times?

Ages and ages ago Amy and I had a discussion whose genesis I can't quite remember. I often stop the flow of a conversation to point out things I find to be odd or funny and, in this particular conversation, it was a phrase. Which phrase it was similarly escapes me, but it was a fleeting and unimportant moment. It seems that after months of me pointing out what, to me, was an amusing bit of linguistic...metaphor? A phrase which by any logical examination could not mean what it means, yet no one cares or notices. Anyway, it turns out that such things don't interest Amy in the slightest. I was surprised, to say the least, I mean how could anyone not be interested in that? I love it; what people say versus what they mean?

Rather than look at words--what they mean alone, what they mean linked together, and so on--she likes to look at sociolinguistics, what language means in context for the people who spoke it. Until recently I'd forgotten this conversation. I write this post separated from both of my best friends; Naomi is in Indiana with her boyfriend and I am in Texas, with my family. The conversation which pulled back this memory from the ether happened when I was frantically preparing to cross the ocean. We couldn't even discuss the new revelation...and I hate that. All we had time for was to note it, then literally take down a note. (Apparently I become verbose when I require sleep...)

When the two of us were getting ready to go out, we fell into a conversation about musical genres. I made a comment about the strange shift in usage of the term 'emo.' I didn't realize that Amy was unaware of the term's origins; she made a very strange comment. I thought that if I started explaining, I even cited examples, that she'd remember it but she didn't. Not that there was any real reason for her to know it, I'm not expecting a person to know innately how and why a form of music is called what it is, but we are the same age. The 'new' emo emerged around the same time we graduated high school. I thought that it was common knowledge.

After going through a partial history, I likened emo to punk since both had roots which are drastically different from the reinvention that developed long after the original movement died. Amy said she was only ever interested in genre as a way to find the music she likes on her itunes. I would much rather look at what movement spawned the genre, what it meant to the people, what were the ripple effects? Essentially, the sociocultural aspects. Amy brought up our past conversation as an interesting comparison. Interesting, indeed.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Could you turn that music up? I can still hear myself think!

As I'm certain each of you has experienced more than once in your lives, the best things always seem to come up at the most inopportune time. The secret to paper-training that new puppy pops up while making your office's Starbucks run, that award winning novel plot forms while using the toilet in the movie theater, you figure out that calculus problem in the middle of writing your Art History thesis, or you have a blog worthy conversation in bed—when your roommate has work in the morning.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

This debate actually became heated, or "Why I will never be a fangirl"

I assure you that is not the norm with these discussions. I don't know if it's my natural levelheadedness or just our general curiosity about how we can be so different. Two days ago I was ranting about one of my favorite Alice Cooper character's history and Amy interjected with a comment about how I was essentially doing the same thing fandom does in speculating about it. I don't care for fandom, the whole thing weirds me out, but I didn't see it that way at all. Maybe two weeks ago I read the wiki page to learn what songs and albums featured this character and in order to do that I had to read an overview of the role each song and album played in defining the character, only to find that the fan speculation didn't sit well with me. They didn't make logical sense. 

However, now I had an open case in my mind that would not allow me to let it go until I'd figured out the most likely explanation. Normally I wouldn't give it a second thought, but it was brought to my attention and that was the start of it. I don't like to not have the answer to something. These holes became an itch in my brain that I didn't want to scratch but couldn't leave it alone! In the end it turned out that, though we don't exactly understand each other on this front, the debate had more to do with my misinterpretation of fandom as she meant it. Regardless, many interesting distinctions came up as a result. 

Saturday, November 27, 2010

First Night

Naturally we have a backlog of--until now--undocumented nocturnal hijinks. Far too many to compress into a single post. In today's post I'll mention only a tiny bit of background info.

First, I tend to go to bed after Amy. I'm a student (who is smart enough to know I'll never get up in time for an 8 am) and she works full time. Often her schedule requires her to wake up at four or five in the morning to get ready so this is pretty routine for us. What is noteworthy, however, is that even our subconsciouses are on opposite internal clocks of annoyance. Without fail, it will be between the time I crawl in bed and fall asleep that Amy rolls over/shoves her stuffed bear in my face/tries to steal my pillow. Equally as consistent is my ability to perfectly place myself to annoy Amy the second she wakes up in the morning. Apparently I am a cuddly sleeper.