Comedic Interludes or Reflections

Once upon a fashion time, both men and women wore heels. Men have evolved and realized what a pain they are but women are far behind. It doesn't seem that we will ever give up that which hurts us.

This (among many other reasons) is why I'm having such a hard time finding shoes. I need a pair of dressy/ going out shoes. Not night shoes, no not the kind you'd wear to a black tie event. Just shoes you'd wear for a night on the town. But they are all so freaking high that I won't even try them on. For what? To break my ankle and not be able to dance? Hellz no! I'm not even going to go into how ugly the shoes are now. Some of them are bootlike, with the toes missing and an insanely high heel. Others look like a craft box fell on the basic shoe when some sort of glue was still drying. Even the basic pump seems to have gotten fashion advice from a stripper's shoes. *Sigh*. The struggle continues...

Who is John Galt?

Towards the beginning of the summer, I changed the name of my blog from "Living Under A Rock" to "Who is John Galt?" It was not without a lot of consideration and internal debate. I still do like the original name of my blog, but I felt that WiJG was very appropo at the time. So, I changed it. At that point in my life I was unsure of some of the most basic elements of my future- my relationship with my boyfriend, what I was going to be doing and where I was going to be a year from now freshly graduated from college, etc. All these big life questions with no clear answer. Hence "Who is John Galt?"
The part about my boyfriend resolved itself, but the part about my future is still uncertain. So, in my mind, I've formed a bond with the illusive Mr. John Galt and I'm hoping that by the end of the book I will have some kind of catharsis. It's happened to me before, I've formed bonds with characters in books, or with plotlines and have experienced an emotional purging by the book's end. Two books of particular note are "The Things They Carried" by Tim O'Brien and "We the Living" by Ayn Rand. Two radically different styles, but they spoke to me at the time of reading them. I'm hoping John Galt will do the same for me.

Atlas Shrugged part 2

Who is this man that visited Hammon the night before he disappeared? According to his sister, a stranger came to the house in the evening and he and Hammon stayed in his study talking late into the night. I think it is the John Galt himself come to take him and all the other highly successful and daring businessmen to Atlantis. Men like Ellis Wyatt, Nielson, and Hammon. I've still got a ways to go....