Monday, October 20, 2014

Is anyone else as obsessed with the zombie apocalypse as I am?

It's not like I sit around daydreaming about killing zombies and smelling like corpses for days without a shower or anything; it's the idea of living off the grid in a post apocalyptic world that really gets me excited. Yep, I said it gets me excited…not sexually, you perv. That's gross.

Excited meaning that I get a sense of a certain level of freedom that a world like that would hold. A freedom that comes with living off of the land and being self sufficient as opposed to having a dress code or uniform and having to alter your personality for 40 hours a week. Comprende? Yes, it would be super hard work, but I think that being that close to the Earth and doing all of that for your own quality of life as opposed to some CEO's would just make a huge difference in the satisfaction derived from the whole experience…unless you're already a life saving nurse by day and a super hero vigilante by night, that is. Then your life is probably already pretty damned satisfying what with all of the life saving and such.

A friend of mine and I were discussing this the other day and we decided that the idea of planning for such a zombie apocalypse is really just an excuse for forming a commune. We really just wanna live like hippies and not have to sit at a desk all day. That makes sense to a point, but really, what the f*ck is up with the whole zombie thing? Why zombies specifically? Yes, I love The Walking Dead…that show is a religion all its own and you can get some pretty darn good tips for post apocalypse survival if you pay attention, but is the world obsessed with zombies because of all of the movies and shows about them or are the shows there because of the world's obsession? I'm going with the latter and I'll tell you why.

I think that people in general are just wired for survival. Yeah , I know, I'm captain obvious…read on. We have wars, famines, pandemics, victims of class and economy and people just want to do one thing: survive. On some level, many of the seven billion of us on this planet understand that the Earth simply cannot take too much more of our bullshit; our carbon footprints are too damned big and we take up too much space for the Earth to comfortably shelter us anymore. This means one thing: something's gotta give. Will that be a pandemic like Spanish influenza, the plague, a super volcano that blocks the sun and changes our climate so drastically that we go the way of the dinosaurs, a massive shift in continental plates ruining our infrastructure and forcing us all off of the grid or perhaps something that we don't have to think too much about because it's the least likely to happen, completely fictional and we therefore don't have to take it too fracking seriously even though it's on all of our minds? That's right; the zombie plague, ladies and gentlemen. If we make the consequences of our over breeding and irresponsible first world habits into something we know that will never really happen then we can continue to ignore our wicked ways and impending demise and just keep talking about the best way to kill a zombie because it's fun.

So, all of that heavy shit aside, I love planning for the post apocalyptic party of doom. I'm not going to share my exact plan with all of you because it's brilliant, I say, and you'll just steal it and beat me to the punch if the time (God forbid) ever really does come. But it's a good one…trust me.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Eclectically yours...

Don't adjust your monitor settings…I've changed the name of this, your favorite blog, from Eclectic Mess to LoveColorado. Why? Well, because I like doing that every now and then. That's why my url is  just my name; so I don't ever have to worry about changing it and losing all three of my readers. Also, I no longer loved the messy part of Eclectic Mess. I don't like the implication that being eclectic is somehow not tidy and because I obviously over think everything. So I changed it. So there. Plus, I really do love Colorado.

And here, I'll even show you some of my favorite recent photos of Colorado:

Hanging pumpkin vines at the Denver Botanic Gardens

The Chihuly exhibit at the Denver Botanic Gardens

The Chihuly exhibit at the Denver Botanic Gardens

Red Rocks, Morrison, Colorado

Red Rocks Amphitheater on a Saturday morning

Those apples are too high up
See? Just gorgeous. I love living here.

Anyhoo…I'm gonna start hanging out here more often again. I miss it and stuff. So does anyone have any special requests?

Monday, September 8, 2014

The Ten Book Challenge...

Have you ever gone months without posting anything on your blog and then wake up one morning and just feel like picking it up again as though nothing happened?

I have...

I was recently nomination for the Ten Book Challenge by my sister on Facebook. I guess I'm supposed to choose ten books that have stayed with me over the years and somehow shaped who I am in some manner. 

My first thought about that is how on earth can someone only choose ten books? Then, as I read the titles of her list, I wanted to know why and how those books shaped her. That's not something a person can really discuss on a Facebook status, is it? Not that she needs to; I'm sure it can be an incredibly personal experience and not all of us are over sharers like myself. So if I happen to nominate you for this Ten Book Challenge, feel free to do as you will with it. This is just how I choose to share.

But before I wow you with my existential depth and make you totally wish you were my best friend because my list is truly incredible, allow me to nominate the following persons to also come up with a list to share with us little folk (you know who you are): DB, Sunshine, Tess, Jenn, Kate, Bridgete, Debbie, Becky, Kim and Lindsey.

The following may be numbered, but are really in no particular order as to their importance to me:

1) 1984: I don't know if I need to explain to anyone why this book means anything to me. If you don't it. Phrases like Big Brother, New Speak, Thought Police and Double Think and other Orwellian spookiness exist today because of George Orwell and this book. This book is at least partially responsible for the way many folks these days feel it's so important to question our American government so thoroughly. Read it and wonder how prophetic it just might be...

2) The Grapes of Wrath: I never had a very good history teacher (Sorry, Sammy). I didn't learn a lot about the depression, the dust bowl or the great migration west in search of jobs and food. Life was just fucking tragic back then and books like this just remind us all how good we really have it these days. Oh, and Steinbeck is a master at stringing sentences together in a way that makes your brain see them in color.

3) David Copperfield: My favorite book EVER. That is all.

4) Lamb. The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal: Go ahead, call it sacrilege if you must, but it's a good book. It's hilarious, in fact. Some of us non-religious types really want to know what happened to all of those unaccounted for years in the life of Jesus...and well, Christopher Moore has made a very good attempt at filling in those blanks. Yes, we all know it's fiction and not real, but do you?...don't be mad. Just read it and laugh.

5) The Bell Jar: Would you like a glimpse into the mind of a depressed individual trying to live a normal life? Much of life, for many people, is nothing but pretend. The fake it till you make it approach, if you will. And then sometimes a soul decides they can't fake it anymore. Believe it or not, this book actually helped me through a very tough time. Considering I spent the first half of my life surviving various shades of depression; I'm very grateful for Sylvia Plath's bravery.

6) The Clan of the Cave Bear (the full Earth's Children series): Despite Jean Auel's attempts to make new readers who may have picked up the series in the middle more comfortable by rambling and over describing things...a lot, this is still one of my favorite series to read. I read the whole thing about once a year. Ayla is my fucking hero and I love her. If I had a daughter I would've named her Ayla. She's a strong woman who survives in a world where she probably shouldn't simply because no one has ever told her that she can't. We can all take a lesson from that. 

7) Autobiography of a Yogi: Yes. Because I'm a dirty, free loving, tree hugging hippie. But seriously, this book changed my life when I read it. I don't recommend it to everyone because of the spiritual aspect, but if you should find a copy in your hands then you might want to take that as a sign. We all start where we are, right?

8) A Study in Scarlet: I bought a very old copy in a used book store when I was about ten years old and I've been Sherlocked ever since.

9) Illusions. The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah: Ahhh....more new agey goodness from my youth. Richard Bach, ladies and gentlemen. Let's give him a round of applause for being there when I needed that spiritual feeling without the glass ceiling that comes with organized religion.

10) The Fault in Out Stars: Have you ever read this blog post? No? Well, give it a perusal right now and then go read this shit if you haven't already. Seriously. Bring tissues and a fluffy pillow and make sure your best friend is available when you need to call them and cry at the end.