It's six pm, I've got a computer in my lap and I'm sitting in the old bachelor recliner. I finally understand why men have their own "chair." It feels good, having a "chair." After a while I realized that I started laying with my hands behind my head, scratching under my nose and hiking up one pant leg. Ok maybe not all that, but the hands behind the head makes me feel so at ease.
After a full day of work, and not stopping from open till after close, it's almost impossible to make myself go for a run (especially now that Seinfeld just started.) However, the half marathon feels like it is not creeping, but sprinting at me with the full force of an angry rhino.
*Thought: Kramer is one of the greatest characters of all time.*
*Second thought: The Indians upstairs are going to be the end of my sanity with all that banging. It sounds like they are pogoing.*
So, after the four mile run (which I am telling myself won't be grueling) I'll work on a collage that will hopefully turn out ok. And despite my best efforts to blog and delay the fact that I have to bundle up in inadequate clothes, run through numb fingers, icy ears, and tingly toes, it's time to run. Oh the joy of it all!!
The video wouldn't let me embed it, but it's worth clicking. Kramer at his best
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qj6jM9k4vAU&feature=related
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
For your liking
Couple things dear reader
First, listen to this song. It is just so much fun, and makes you want to march. Who doesn't love marching?? I pretty much keep it on repeat when I'm running. The video is interesting too.
Secondly, there's this guy. He's not real. Ok well he's probably real but I have absolutely no idea how any human is capable of being this cool. It's got to feel so good to be able to do this. Even if you don't like dubstep, you've gotta appreciate that this is ridiculous. He got to top ten on Britain's Got Talent, where the show started.
First, listen to this song. It is just so much fun, and makes you want to march. Who doesn't love marching?? I pretty much keep it on repeat when I'm running. The video is interesting too.
Secondly, there's this guy. He's not real. Ok well he's probably real but I have absolutely no idea how any human is capable of being this cool. It's got to feel so good to be able to do this. Even if you don't like dubstep, you've gotta appreciate that this is ridiculous. He got to top ten on Britain's Got Talent, where the show started.
Friday, January 20, 2012
That Place
That Place
Summer broke of the backs of children,
even though swings performed miracles
and breezes sang psalms.
For that summer, from the outskirts
of some far off even whimsical place
came the low resolute moo of a dragon.
A child, or course, could not recognize that fabled moo
or the serpentine tail close to her feet,
would up among the thistle and milkweed
like a hose.
Nor for that matter could she recognize
the starry white bone left upright in the sandbox
like some remarkable claw
or shovel.
Not when the sun was out and games continued.
Certainly not when there was summer love
and rootbeer.
But at dusk when the fog crept in,
thick and sweating,
suggesting some kind of burning far off,
down over there,
(where someone once saw two eyes
-pale as October moons-
blink)
a child could know the meaning
of fall.
And that August, two weeks before school began,
some children went down to that place
and they never came back.
-House of Leaves
Summer broke of the backs of children,
even though swings performed miracles
and breezes sang psalms.
For that summer, from the outskirts
of some far off even whimsical place
came the low resolute moo of a dragon.
A child, or course, could not recognize that fabled moo
or the serpentine tail close to her feet,
would up among the thistle and milkweed
like a hose.
Nor for that matter could she recognize
the starry white bone left upright in the sandbox
like some remarkable claw
or shovel.
Not when the sun was out and games continued.
Certainly not when there was summer love
and rootbeer.
But at dusk when the fog crept in,
thick and sweating,
suggesting some kind of burning far off,
down over there,
(where someone once saw two eyes
-pale as October moons-
blink)
a child could know the meaning
of fall.
And that August, two weeks before school began,
some children went down to that place
and they never came back.
-House of Leaves
A sun to rend the dark
Hello blog world. It's been quite a while hasn't it. Before I go off on tangents about the break that probably won't make any sense to you anyways, I want to share some quotes from my favorite book. It's House of Leaves Lately I keep getting this urge to read it, mixed with thoughts like "You don't have time to be engaged in a book that requires you to flip it upside down and hold it to mirrors." Instead, to satisfy the craving, I go through and read my favorite portions, which I've highlighted or scribbled a line under. This book almost looks like a sketchpad I've marked so much. But, if you've ever read it, then you know...how could you not?
My absolute favorite (and probably everyone's who has ever read it) is on passion.
"Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer."
Mainly, it's the little things in this book that make it just as beautiful as the great things. And those great things are very, very great.
"Karen refuses the knowledge. A reluctant Eve who prefers tangerines to apples."
Now, don't be deceived. This book is as incredibly dark as it is great.
Now for a review of break.
Had Christmas with the family which is always the best. I would call it my favorite part of the year if only the Pensacola trip with all of them didn't likewise push for the place that would take the cake.
Got an IPHONE! Bless you, brown headed, strangely mom-like santa.
Picked Andrew up from the airport.
Smiled incessantly for about a month.
Road tripped it to Houston to see Mrs. Joan and Mr. Paul.
Snuck in a men's bathroom to tinkle after the women's was out of order. Proceeded to hide in the stall as my lookout dropped the ball and four nasty male specimen came in to *do business.*
Got to see the Houston symphony and one of the greatest living pianists.
Got to see the King Tut exhibit
Got to spend break with one of the most wonderful families I know.
Went to New Orleans with Andrew's family and best friend from Maryland
SAW STYX!!!!!!!!! Greatest present ever
Showed the yank what Louisiana living is like.
Grew and gained a new closeness with danger.
Found out I'm a whopping 5'6 instead of 5'5.
Had a freak out when I realized it's my last semester
Said goodbye so many people that I already miss.
And now here I am, cradled in a rose colored lazy-boy from Kelsea's dad's bachelor days. Looking out at a hodgepodge of furniture and carpet that smells lightly of the previous tenant's Great Dane, I miss Baton Rouge.
My absolute favorite (and probably everyone's who has ever read it) is on passion.
"Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer."
Mainly, it's the little things in this book that make it just as beautiful as the great things. And those great things are very, very great.
"Karen refuses the knowledge. A reluctant Eve who prefers tangerines to apples."
Now, don't be deceived. This book is as incredibly dark as it is great.
Now for a review of break.
Had Christmas with the family which is always the best. I would call it my favorite part of the year if only the Pensacola trip with all of them didn't likewise push for the place that would take the cake.
Got an IPHONE! Bless you, brown headed, strangely mom-like santa.
Picked Andrew up from the airport.
Smiled incessantly for about a month.
Road tripped it to Houston to see Mrs. Joan and Mr. Paul.
Snuck in a men's bathroom to tinkle after the women's was out of order. Proceeded to hide in the stall as my lookout dropped the ball and four nasty male specimen came in to *do business.*
Got to see the Houston symphony and one of the greatest living pianists.
Got to see the King Tut exhibit
Got to spend break with one of the most wonderful families I know.
Went to New Orleans with Andrew's family and best friend from Maryland
SAW STYX!!!!!!!!! Greatest present ever
Showed the yank what Louisiana living is like.
Grew and gained a new closeness with danger.
Found out I'm a whopping 5'6 instead of 5'5.
Had a freak out when I realized it's my last semester
Said goodbye so many people that I already miss.
And now here I am, cradled in a rose colored lazy-boy from Kelsea's dad's bachelor days. Looking out at a hodgepodge of furniture and carpet that smells lightly of the previous tenant's Great Dane, I miss Baton Rouge.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
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