I dream about staircases a lot in my dreams which seems fitting somehow since my dreams often have different layers or levels of weirdness and reality. There are many theories on staircase dreams

(http://thedreamwell.wordpress.com/2008/08/25/dream-symbols-stairs-staircases-and-lifts/ )

and I respect people who use dream interpretation a lot even if I don't personally believe in it.

Because I really think it's hard to tell one person why they dream of stairs when it could mean different things to different people. With me I find that my staircase dreams are like intermissions between each of the dreams that I'm lucky enough to recall when I wake.

It's a great song to dance to, but if you listen more closely to Robbie Williams' "Bodies" you actually start to think about the words and whether our culture does worship at the temple of the human body so much it forgets about what's really important...not to mention that for many of us we want physical perfection so much it hurts (because, after all, who will really love us without those luscious abs and perky breasts?)...



God gave me the sunshine,
Then showed me my lifeline
I was told it was all mine,
Then I got laid on a ley line
What a day, what a day,
And your Jesus really died for me
Then Jesus really tried for me
UK and entropy,
I feel like its ****in’ me
Wanna feed off the energy,
Love living like a deity
What a day, one day,
And your Jesus really died for me
I guess Jesus really tried for me
Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be
All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection
Praying for the rapture,
‘Cause it’s stranger getting stranger
And everything’s contagious
It’s the modern middle ages
All day every day
And if Jesus really died for me
Then Jesus really tried for me
Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be
All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection
Bodies in the Bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
Bodies in the bodhi tree,
Bodies making chemistry
Bodies on my family,
Bodies in the way of me
Bodies in the cemetery,
And that’s the way it’s gonna be
All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
So God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection
Jesus didn’t die for you, what do you want?
(I want perfection)
Jesus didn’t die for you, what are you on?
Oh Lord
(Jesus really died for you) Ohh
(Jesus really died for you)
(Jesus really died for you) Ohh


You really full feel the full effect more if you listen to the song or watch the video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=US8cgUq_XBY

I am so tired of wintery white stuff and yet the one thing I liked about it last week was the solitude and quiet that comes with being snowed in...it's not that I don't love people (I do, most of the time!) but that I'm such a foot-in-mouth kind of girl when it comes to talking that I only feel safe by myself...

And speaking of safe, the thought of driving in the snow absolutely terrifies me. I would love to be able to afford one of those tough "survival" winter driving courses that cost over $200. 

Something like this, I suppose:

http://www.winterdrive.com/index.php

Meanwhile there are albums like this beautiful one to keep me going 'til spring:

 

 Sarah Palin is upset about this past Sunday's episode:

http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/02/16/palin-family-says-family-guy-writers-are-heartless-jerks/#preview

Anyone who is the least bit familiar with "Family Guy" would tell you that the writers were actually pretty tame in this episode...in fact, I thought they were fairly respectful and even made a good point about how just because someone has a disability doesn't necessarily mean they are nice and kind as some of us would automatically think. If you compare this episode to the infamous AIDS one or how the writers regularly mock and treat eating disorders with such insensitivity this one is amazingly low-key!

Since I'm really a 19th century girl living in the 21st I found this article in Sunday's New York Times very interesting:

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/14/opinion/14epstein.html