The Dog Had One Blue Eye

I'm getting older.


EDIT:
This is a draft blog entry from April 18, 2010.  I wonder what I was thinking about almost four years ago?

I am the river, not the dam.

Everything is such a flurry here these days.  The time has flown so quickly I didn't take time to really consider what my life will be like with three of my besties disappearing from my daily life.  Work change, life change, social change. It's all a little overwhelming.  Good, I believe.  I'm allowing myself to flow freely with the rivers of change, for once, instead of incessant resistance.

Cautiously optimistic.

Will get back to reality shortly ...

I need to get on a normal sleep schedule.  Ha ha.  Graduated life is too good.

So this happened.

"To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth...is potentially to have everything."

                                                                                           - Joan Didion

Breath

I can finally take a few.

It's always unexpected...

...and it usually takes my breath away for a moment.

That Electric Motion

I said sayonara sucka!  Another check off the list, and I'm just beside myself with relief.

Cause = Time

When I got home my roommate was on the couch passed out watching a silent movie.  Soft piano plinked in the background.  I was left alone to ponder the facts. There was something lacking and so it would always be.  I wanted so badly to just sit next to him on a couch.  Wrap around him in sleep.  Bridge the lonely gap that had sprung up between us.  There was nothing to be done.  So I went into my room and collapsed into a pile of tears thinking that if we were seasons he was winter and I was spring.

Guilty as Charged

Really interesting article about texting nuances.
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2013/03/dragging-it-out/309220/

At one point in my life I was the person who hated texting.  Now, I'm an expert.  Scratch that, if I had a dollar for every time I texted the wrong person or thigh dialed someone, well I would have many dollars!  Texting is still largely a pain in the ass, but the ethnography surrounding the language is interesting.  In a short decade an entire culture has adapted to most of the rules and mores of a vile cross between the written word and an "unspoken" language.  Can't live with it, and well can't really live with out it.  Mainly, because I would not want to spend as much time on the phone as I do texting.

My current text "isms"

Oh noesss.
Shyeah.
Yesssssss!
Thaaaaanks dude!
No probs.
Also, the whole question behind, how quickly one should or should not respond to a given text.

Is there an age limit on this kind of admittedly obnoxious communication??

Crank Power

The other day my pedal came off my bike while I was riding home from work.  No harm, except a half mile walk of shame.  The thing is, I'm too busy to get into the shop and get some new pedals.  I feel naked without my bike.  I don't want to go anywhere.  How did I get around before my bike became an intricate part of who I am?  Not that I really have time to ride this week, but still.

STILL,  I miss riding, if only to work. 3.5 weeks.  I gotta keep that in my head, then I can ride all I want.