Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Donuts and Do Nots
This isn't a theme per se, but:
There was a point in time, in my life, where I realized that shows like The A-Team or Knight Rider or movies like Rocky 3 or Top Gun were supposed to be written for adults and not ten year old boys.
It is said, When everyone knows beauty is beauty, this is bad. Rocky 3 was beauty and we all know it.
Finally, how much turkey bacon is too much turkey bacon?
There was a point in time, in my life, where I realized that shows like The A-Team or Knight Rider or movies like Rocky 3 or Top Gun were supposed to be written for adults and not ten year old boys.
It is said, When everyone knows beauty is beauty, this is bad. Rocky 3 was beauty and we all know it.
Finally, how much turkey bacon is too much turkey bacon?
Monday, March 21, 2011
More Ice, Less Vanilla, Some Lime... Or Another Allusion To Gin and Tonic
Themes for this day:
Something about unimpeded harmony
or something
blunts the edges,
resolves the complication,
harmonizes the light...
Something like that.
Also: Bulk spices. Of them, I can't stop talking about. I have acquired spices I can't pronounce and can't wait to make some India-tastic wonders of edible joy.
Also: Them Ants do not like that we have declared independence and are trying covert operations back into the no-fly zone, or rather, the no-ant zone. This time, however, the Raid brand spray smells like lemon Pledge brand dusting spray. This is good because it no longer smells like a mechanic's garage in here every time I fly a few sorties. This is bad because Pledge stinks.
Anyway. It is true, times are hard for dreamers, but I still will.
Lastly, last.
Something about unimpeded harmony
or something
blunts the edges,
resolves the complication,
harmonizes the light...
Something like that.
Also: Bulk spices. Of them, I can't stop talking about. I have acquired spices I can't pronounce and can't wait to make some India-tastic wonders of edible joy.
Also: Them Ants do not like that we have declared independence and are trying covert operations back into the no-fly zone, or rather, the no-ant zone. This time, however, the Raid brand spray smells like lemon Pledge brand dusting spray. This is good because it no longer smells like a mechanic's garage in here every time I fly a few sorties. This is bad because Pledge stinks.
Anyway. It is true, times are hard for dreamers, but I still will.
Lastly, last.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Super Sonic Gin and Tonic
Themes for the day:
See title.
Also: naps, work, more mexican food, and making to-do lists which, by the way, was number one on my to-do list. A paradox of sorts, but that's how it goes sometimes.
Apparently the ants have just retreated, and I now see the folly in telling my plans to eradicate them. Their doom is near. So is my olfactory system and possibly the paint job in this apartment.
It's tough spending an entire week not-thinking. That's what I've been doing. Not contemplating the unraveling of plans that have been solidified in my mind for the past ten months, and questioning why I put so much stock, or faith, or assurance in said plans. I liked how this place felt like home, and I'm doing my best to hold on to that. So...In an unprecedented display, I will forgo the allusions and cryptic silliness that often takes hold of me when Picture of a Donkey Eating a Pineapple comes to mind, and just say what I've been saying. I did not get into grad school as I had planned, and now I'm not sure what to do about it. There, it's been said. Now, time to move on.Or at least vent about something new.
Originally this blog was to replace facebook as the one little means I had to connect to the virtual world. But, since I didn't bother telling too many people about it (read: none) I'm not sure it really connects with anything, other than me, perhaps. It's just words on a screen in yet another blog. For one reason or another, however, sometimes when no other words want to come out, or you've suddenly lost all confidence in those words, it's good to have something to type that has no criteria, no goals, (except to maybe crack a smile or roll some eyes now and then) and no reason for its existence. Thus.
Anyway. Gotta go work on my malaria defense.
See title.
Also: naps, work, more mexican food, and making to-do lists which, by the way, was number one on my to-do list. A paradox of sorts, but that's how it goes sometimes.
Apparently the ants have just retreated, and I now see the folly in telling my plans to eradicate them. Their doom is near. So is my olfactory system and possibly the paint job in this apartment.
It's tough spending an entire week not-thinking. That's what I've been doing. Not contemplating the unraveling of plans that have been solidified in my mind for the past ten months, and questioning why I put so much stock, or faith, or assurance in said plans. I liked how this place felt like home, and I'm doing my best to hold on to that. So...In an unprecedented display, I will forgo the allusions and cryptic silliness that often takes hold of me when Picture of a Donkey Eating a Pineapple comes to mind, and just say what I've been saying. I did not get into grad school as I had planned, and now I'm not sure what to do about it. There, it's been said. Now, time to move on.Or at least vent about something new.
Originally this blog was to replace facebook as the one little means I had to connect to the virtual world. But, since I didn't bother telling too many people about it (read: none) I'm not sure it really connects with anything, other than me, perhaps. It's just words on a screen in yet another blog. For one reason or another, however, sometimes when no other words want to come out, or you've suddenly lost all confidence in those words, it's good to have something to type that has no criteria, no goals, (except to maybe crack a smile or roll some eyes now and then) and no reason for its existence. Thus.
Anyway. Gotta go work on my malaria defense.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Shatter Proof is Not the Same as Shatner Proof
Been playing playlists loudly and wishing I was better at all the things I want to be better at, while thinking thoughts of those I love. And of repeats.
The sun was out today, slippery, but still bright and my favorite band has a new album out. So the day aint all that bad, I'd say.
Of course now I'm behind a screen, looking at how the keys--certain ones-- have some wear to them. The grease of fingers and thousands upon thousands of strokes, tips pushing out letters, and I wonder what harm can come from reaching and stretching.
Anyway. Everyone needs more Sam Elliot in their lives. Just sayin.
The sun was out today, slippery, but still bright and my favorite band has a new album out. So the day aint all that bad, I'd say.
Of course now I'm behind a screen, looking at how the keys--certain ones-- have some wear to them. The grease of fingers and thousands upon thousands of strokes, tips pushing out letters, and I wonder what harm can come from reaching and stretching.
Anyway. Everyone needs more Sam Elliot in their lives. Just sayin.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Hot Dogs and Red Wine
Themes: Need this to get that so that I can get this other thing which will enable me to fill out the form to get what I want.
No miffa for moi.
Today was also new pen day. Expect lots of quantum looking drawings in the back of the notebook. I find calm in watching ink applied to paper. Sometimes I make words with that ink, other times, boxes.
Not a good day today if you were an ant in my home. Or if you were mold. Or my nose.
No miffa for moi.
Today was also new pen day. Expect lots of quantum looking drawings in the back of the notebook. I find calm in watching ink applied to paper. Sometimes I make words with that ink, other times, boxes.
Not a good day today if you were an ant in my home. Or if you were mold. Or my nose.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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