Tuesday, September 30, 2008
All right already! I get it.
Well on the other hand, I am appreciating this cool, humid weather we've been having. Makes me feel like my human hair will begin to fall out soon to be replaced by beautiful green moss growing from my scalp. Like I could just inhale and gain all of the nutrients my mind and body need from the moist morning air. Like, if I knew the right words, I could probably perform magic, by the power of my own soul alone.
Autumn. Fall. Evening of the year.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Anyway I'm off for a looooooooong run and then to study my little arse off for LEED Accreditation Exam. For which I'm signed up next Friday. For which I have read approximately 13/2,734,000,000ths of the material.
Beth: Look how cute you are... with your messy room.
me: nyahhhhhh (falls to the floor and snuggles with the mess)
Beth: (stares down at me with a pained expression on her face) And then my soul cries out for a new world. One in which there is not... this.
I'll be fine right? It's just like college.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Beth and I planned and recited the following conversation this morning.
me: Guess what song is playing!...which was inspired by a statement made by Beth involving something with "favorite song" and "nation" and "world," a statement which may or may not have included the word "nay," as evident from our discussions as I recorded the "original" conversation.
Beth: (stirring oatmeal) Our favorite song in the NATION?
me: (poking head into the kitchen) Nay. In the WORLD!
me: I said "nay."
Beth: No I said "nay."
me: No I said "nay."
Hmmm... beginning to see a pattern here. The song? "Come Sail Away" by Styx.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sometimes you just want a good CRY though. Like when you get to the warehouse room of IKEA and realize that they are out of stock on every. item. on your list. Even Alseda, which you so desperately wanted. And maybe at other times too, where crying is actually an appropriate response to the situation. It is like having a song inside of you but no vocal chords.
I can remember ONE time since March that I cried.
p.s. I am trying to break the 6 posts in one month barrier which I haven't seemed to be able to surpass recently.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Beth: Are you going to eat the leftover beans for lunch today?
Me: Are you?
Beth: No I don't want to bring a lunch today.
Me: Then I'm not going to either.
Beth: Why not? They'll go bad.
Me: If you're not going to eat them then why should I have to?
Beth: I don't want to bring a lunch today!
Me: Well I don't want to eat leftovers!
Beth: You're so annoying.
Me: No, YOU're so annoying.
Beth: No, YOU're so annoying.
...aaand we are both so mature.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I always love to begin the new book. Every page, completely bare, to be inscribed with the words of life yet unlived.
Who knows the marvelous ideas I'll come across, the beautiful old ones I'll revisit in new and striking ways? Who can say what sort of person I'll be when I close the last page of this new journal after months or a year of life? In which ways I'll have grown? Which new people I'll have met? What sorrow or pain or joy or sweetness I will come across? Empty pages bring a special kind of hope. And journal - at least for me - helps to reconcile our futility when faced with the infinite momentum of time.
Every time you close an old journal, it's time to open a new one.
Friday, September 19, 2008
We went to Babushka Deli to get a dessert and found a package of these cookies labeled simply as $4.24. They looked sort of like giant walnuts with chocolate creamy spread inside. We brought it to the front and tried to get some information from the young woman who was working there.
Me: What is inside of this? Is it chocolate?
Employee: No. Not chocolate. It's... milky.
Me: Oh, milky. Gotcha. What is it called?
Employee: It's just called... nuts.
Me: Oh it has nuts in it?
Employee: No. No nuts. It just looks like nuts.
Me: Cool. What does it taste like?
Employee: It tastes good. It tastes like... sweet. And milky. But it doesn't have anything special (I think she meant "weird") in it.
So of course we bought them. And brought them home. And ate them. And for the record, "nuts" taste sort of like a pastry filled with sweet and milky. Even as a native English speaker I can find no better words to describe the confection.
And this is just one item on the growing list of reasons why I love Babushka Deli and want to buy everything I own from there.
Monday, September 15, 2008
We saw the local band Bad Ash, which had the #1 most sincerely awesome drummer in the nation, and all the hipsters showed up in their best skinny jeans with their largest gauge earrings and their trucker hats and suspenders and cigarettes.
Oh and we got free organic salad greens. Seriously now, what more could anyone ask for?
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Think about that for a moment.
What are the implications of that statement? Just think about it. It will blow your mind.