Log ins and passwords

I have so many log in names and passwords for various accounts on line. It's a new identity I have to keep recreating every time I want to look at a site in depth or buy something on-line.
I try to keep my passwords in a theme. (I'm not going to tell you what that theme is.)
But as the hackers get more advanced, the passwords and log ins you create need to be more advanced as well. Where as a five letter passwords used to work, now you have to come up with a nine digit password complete with letters, numbers and at least one of these: ##%%&*(()%$!
How am I ever going to remember something like: smlt#ts40 ? I ask you!

I have a file in my office of what my passwords are at various sites. This is supposed to help.
Without it, I'm lost.

What am I going to do if Alzheimer's ever sets in and I can't access my email anymore ? We're all screwed.

I predict that there is going to be some kind of fall out from all these passwords and log ins. Just you wait. I can feel it. It's nine digit now - but what about in 10 years? Will we be asked for a 25 digit password? I don't know.
Oh, and I also predict that Madonna and her daughter Lourdes are going to sing a duet together in the future. Lourdes is just going to sing on the chorus of one of Madonna's songs. (I dreamt this the other night. Yes, I dream about Madonna).

I recommend putting your dog on a leash when you're walking through a parking lot.
If you don't do this, you may end up with a dog with cat pee all over his head - then you'll be sorry.

As I was leaving work yesterday a big dog (no collar, no leash) chased a fat cat under a car and then up a tree. The cat was stuck on top of a high stump, the dog was below enjoying the thrill of the chase. The cat peed all over the dog's head, but the dog kept on lunging after the cat.
The owner of the dog was leisurely walking through the parking lot with walkman on, seemingly oblivious by the whole thing.

That reminds me of an Aztec Camera song that used to send me into girlish hysterics!!!

Love the lyric, "I see you crying, and I want to kill your friends."

My name is: I.P. Freely

I can recommend something today.
Patience.
I have a hard time practicing patience. But it does pay off.
For example, today I can fit into a size pants that I couldn't two months ago, or last month for that matter.
And I want to be at least two sizes smaller, but I need to be patient. . .and wait for the small changes to start adding up to larger visual results.

If you were a spider, for example, you would probably have a lot of patience. You have to spin a web n' shit. That's more detail work then I could handle.
Or if you were a dog, you would typically have a lot of patience, waiting at home for your owner to take you out to pee.
That would suck. Having to wait until someone took me outside so I could pee.
I am so glad I'm not a dog.
Or, if you were a camel, you would have a great deal of patience. (That sentence just speaks for itself).

I could go on and on.

I think it comes from an inner calmness, a relaxed place - speaking as a human being (for I am one), I can say that in my daily life it is a struggle to find that relaxed place.
It's about mastering the ability to let yourself out of your proverbial cage so you can pee freely.
Word.

I'll never be a hippie

I am back from a three-day music festival called "Mountain Jam" that was held at Hunter Mountain in the Catskills, NY. After spending the weekend surrounded by pot smoking hippies, I have to say that I'm doing pretty damn well for myself in comparison to others out there who are my age.

Music festivals are something that my significant other loves. He loves to take photos of the musicians. He even got a photo pass. Great!
For me, I don't think they will ever become something that I love. They'll fit more into the category of "kinda fun" at least for the first few hours. However, I can easily see them spiraling into "get me hell outta here and don' t touch me for 2 weeks!!" kind of experience. Seven hours of music a day is a lot to take, especially when you've never heard of more than half of the the bands.

We shared house on a mountain with several other music fans who liked to "party" - nuf said about that.

Highlights: Dumpstaphunk and Sharon Jones. Watching the fire dancers. Going to a beautiful wedding in between music sets with a slammin' band from Brooklyn.

Lowlights:
Being hit with a megaphone by a girl who looked like she'd just crawled out from a cave. She kept repeating:
"I'm so sorry, Mama!" "I'm so sorry, Mama!"
Okay, I get it, you're sorry. But why the hell are you calling me Mama? I went from being mildly in pain, to being extremely uncomfortable and in pain.

Being told that my ethnicity was not valid (half-Catholic and half-Jewish) and being ridiculed for the remainder of the trip about it.

Funny things:
A 19 year old boy (who looked kind of like "Bonehead" from Beach Blanket Bingo), handed me back my program after looking at it, saying "Thank you, Woman."

Overhearing this while watching fire dancers (who totally rocked!!!) "If you asked me to describe "love" right now, it would be: "a hot chick juggling fire."