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If you're looking for a blog with meaningful content on the important issues of the day, you've come to the wrong place. This is the shallows, my friend. Nothing but shallowness as far as the eye can see. Let someone else make sense of things. I like it here.

About Me

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I love my grown children, miss all the dogs I ever had, and I cry at the drop of a hat, I believe in true love, destiny, fairness, and compassion. If I could be anywhere right now, it would be the ocean. My favorite city is New York, but I am always longing for London and craving more time in Copenhagen. I'm drawn to desolate places, deserted buildings, and unknown byways. I don't care how society perceives me as long as my gut tells me that what I'm doing is right. I am interested in paranormal things, spiritual things, historical things, and things that glow at night. I like to drink, I smoke when I write, I can't stand small talk, and despite my quick temper, I would rather kiss than fight. I'm selfish with my writing time, a spendthrift with my love. My heart has been broken so many times that it's held together with super glue and duct tape. The upside is that, next time, I won't be tempted to give away what I no longer have to give. But I will let you buy me a Pink Squirrel.
MY SHALLOW MISSION STATEMENT

MY SHALLOW MISSION STATEMENT

MY SHALLOW MISSION STATEMENT
Not that there's any weight to it...
IN A WORLD FILLED WITH COMPLEX POLITICAL ISSUES, SOCIAL INEQUALITY, AND FINANCIAL UNCERTAINTY, I CONSIDER IT MY GIFT TO YOU, MY READER, TO OFFER THIS SHALLOW LITTLE HAVEN, WHERE NOTHING IS TOO SHALLOW, TOO INSIGNIFICANT, OR TOO RIDICULOUS TO JUSTIFY OUR ATTENTION. IN OTHER WORDS, IF IT'S NOT IMPORTANT....SO WHAT? NEITHER WAS MARILYN MONROE'S BRA SIZE. AND THAT STILL SELLS MAGAZINES, DOESN'T IT?
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Saturday, April 6, 2013

MY HEART CAN'T GO ON



This will be the last post I'll be making for a while. In the midst of recovering from cancer surgery, my heart has been unexpectedly broken and I just haven't the energy to continue with this blog at the moment. I apologize for not having made my "Happy Birthday, Aries!" post as promised, but this Aries is neither happy nor concerned with birthdays right now. Thanks for reading my posts. Continue visiting to read old ones if you like. But I will be taking time off from active posting for as long as it takes to feel like I have anything worth saying again.


Skol.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

CREEPY MANNEQUIN PHOTO WEDNESDAY


Hello, Shallow readers....it's Creepy Mannequin Photo Wednesday, and so we are going to get right to it. No lines, no waiting. Just creepy mannequin heads being used as outdoor planters (genuis!) and mannequin bodies being used as lamps (illuminating!)....and so...


Great use of mannequin heads (and who isn't always looking for ways to recycle old mannequin heads?), but i don't think I would sleep well behind those walls, always wondering if one of the heads was watching me from outside. Well, not the head so much as its eyes. But you know what I mean.


I actually think I would be okay with these mannequin lamps. It's mannequin faces with those painted-on eyes and their fixed stare that send shivers of creeped-outedness racing up and down my spine. I like hands. In fact, I have a friend who used to work in the movies, and she had a pair of mannequin hands she "absorbed" from a movie set that she used as towel holders in her bathroom. I didn't mind them at all. And speaking of hands...


I hope you'll come back to check out my Happy Birthday Aries post, which should be ready for perusal later today. If you're an Aries, you might find it very enlightening, and if you're not an Aries, but know someone who is...well...you just might find it useful as well. And if you happen to be a boyishly handsome Libra whose initials are P.W., I'd just like to say that...


Not to blow my own (ram) horn, but I think we finally found the perfect balance today. Hands down. And up...and down again. (See? I told you we were speaking of hands, didn't I? An Aries never lies. We just get a little distracted sometimes on our way to the truth.)


Skol!

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

READ, DIGEST, AND RETURN (PLEASE)



Does this blog make me look fat? Never mind. You'll just lie anyway. Besides, this blog might be dedicated to all things shallow, but I'm not as shallow as you might think from some of the posts I write. This is just a little heads-up, actually. A head and torso reminder to check in with me for Creepy Mannequin Photo Wednesday and my upcoming "Happy Birthday, Aries" post. And how come Aries gets a happy birthday post when I never so much as mentiond Pisces and Aquarius and all the other signs of the zodiac when it was time for their birthday cake? You get one guess. That's right. Say hello to your hot-headed, red-blooded Aries blogger and anti-surname activist, Greta. And so now that we've settled that bit of business, you are free to go. Just remember to check back in tomorrow for creepy mannequin photos and Aries obscura, including, but not limited to interesting sexual predilections and obsessions of people born under the Sign of the Ram. Heads up regarding the latter: you have no idea the lengths to which an Aries will go to please someone they deem worthy of their passion. But it's all in tomorrow's post. See you then...same ram time, same ram station. Seriously. I'll be waiting.


Skol!