Real-life Superheroes

A Wikipedia article with great links to the individual superheroes' websites has brought to my attention the greatest trend since the urban tribe: real-life superheroes.

Yes, these are real people who dress up in capes and assume a new identity to fight crime. Or one-night stands. Or Denver boots.

Pictured above is Terrifica. Her Metropolis: New York City. Her mission: To protect lonely, drunk "women from both themselves and predators who would prey upon their weaknesses." Her arch-nemesis: A Lothario who calls himself Fantastico from whose velvety arms Terrifica has persuaded several inebriated women. Ironic dark-comicbook twist to her relationship with Fantastico: Once, years ago, Terrifica's alterego, Sarah, was seduced by Fantastico; he doesn't remember her specifically.

I'm so happy!

Visit Spain

Andalucía

Attractions of Andalucía at a glance, from the Andalusian tourism board

Map of Andalucía

Melegis, a village in the Andalusian countryside

Córdoba was once the most sophistcated city in Europe. Scholars from all over the Old World—Asia, Africa, Europe—flocked to Córdoba during the Middle Ages to discuss Classical philosophers and to develop new ways to study the world around them.

Sevilla

Aerial view


Reales Alcazares

Plaza de España

Street scene

Pretty house

Alhambra

Exterior

Hand-carved plaster lace

Plaza de los leones

Carved plaster muqarnas

The Throne Room

Journaling verses blogging

I have so much that I want to type, but I can't because of the off-chance that somebody may read this. I wrote in my journal instead. Something about creating line after line of script helps get my thoughts out, but not in such an organized way.

By the way, God really does care about what I do, what happens to me, and how I feel. He answers the questions that tear me up inside. He assures me when I am uneasy about a right decision. God proves His love for me with His actions.

First Sunburn Since August 2005

Owwwwwwwwww.

Back to Blogging

I don't even know why I'm writing after so long. I am so tired. Well, I do know why I'm writing again, but I'm denying the reason because it is stupid.

Mononucleosis, otherwise known as the illness that shreds my life to pieces, is forcing me to evaluate my goals. I'm not as independent as I thought I was—one little Epstein-Barr virus comes along, and suddenly I cannot walk to work, much less walk to work and then stay there all day working. This not-making-money thing will make the not-being-able-to-walk-to-the-grocer thing much easier to handle, since I'll know that I can't afford food anyway. Now I know that I want a career with benefits—sick pay and health insurance—even if I spend my entire life in bureauacracy. My foolish dreams of self-employment and fancy-free freelancing have been dashed to pieces by an army of abnormal lymphocytes.

The most important thing mononucleosis has pointed out to me is that the relationship I'm in is no good. Healthy Beth can ignore the deep pit-of-her-stomach wrongness, but wrongness is all sick Beth does feel. He doesn't treat me right, and he isn't the kind of man I'd want to spend my life with. Why is it so hard for me to tell him that? Tonight I felt so terribly sick that I was cranky enough to start telling him.

And why can't I stop thinking about the man who left?