baa...
Today on the wall at school, I saw a sign for a student Christian organization, which featured a picture of a cartoon sheep with a thought bubble that said "The Lord is my Shepherd..."
I'm not advertising executive or anything, but I would think that if you are a student at a college that regularly finishes in the top 5 of US News's "Most Liberal Colleges" listing, and at which the vast majority of students are vocal in their outward contempt for organized religion of any kind... I'm thinking the image you want to use on your poster so as NOT to aid in their heaping of disdain upon you would be something other than a SHEEP!
Wednesday, September 16
daily ground...
The thing is, if I made it a point - a habit - to, when I sit down on the train, pull out my laptop and type for the first 10 minutes of the 90 minute ride, that would be enough, I would have a blog again. It might not be a GREAT blog, but... it hasn't been that since about 2001, if it ever was. It would be SOMETHING, though.
My brain just feels SO full this semester. It's not necessarily in a bad way. Between the three classes, three student research projects, committee chairmanship, event coordinating... it's one of those times when slacking off is simply NOT an option. So I'm feeling pretty motivated, although maybe that's not quite the right word. It's more like a full-time-panic-mode kind of deal. Point being, that I've actually been WORKING the whole 90 minute ride every morning.
I'm also trying to keep eating real food, keep going to bed before 11:30, and trying to keep running, which is REALLY tough. But I busted my ass too hard all summer to slack off on the healthy-living crap, and I have too damned much work to do to sleep on the train every day.
Which is all to say - I'm trying to figure out how to work this little activity back into my life, along with things like yoga and playing guitar and reading books that I always forget are supposed to be things I enjoy when I get buried underneath all the other crap.
The thing is, if I made it a point - a habit - to, when I sit down on the train, pull out my laptop and type for the first 10 minutes of the 90 minute ride, that would be enough, I would have a blog again. It might not be a GREAT blog, but... it hasn't been that since about 2001, if it ever was. It would be SOMETHING, though.
My brain just feels SO full this semester. It's not necessarily in a bad way. Between the three classes, three student research projects, committee chairmanship, event coordinating... it's one of those times when slacking off is simply NOT an option. So I'm feeling pretty motivated, although maybe that's not quite the right word. It's more like a full-time-panic-mode kind of deal. Point being, that I've actually been WORKING the whole 90 minute ride every morning.
I'm also trying to keep eating real food, keep going to bed before 11:30, and trying to keep running, which is REALLY tough. But I busted my ass too hard all summer to slack off on the healthy-living crap, and I have too damned much work to do to sleep on the train every day.
Which is all to say - I'm trying to figure out how to work this little activity back into my life, along with things like yoga and playing guitar and reading books that I always forget are supposed to be things I enjoy when I get buried underneath all the other crap.
Saturday, September 5
i laughed for 3 minutes at my own joke...
Backstory - The wife and daughter went to a friend's today. Some kind of girl scout event, I don't know. But apparently they made "sun tea" and also "sun jam". Who knew? Anyway, it was sitting on the table on the deck all afternoon. But I had no idea what it was. The jam. I don't ask questions.
At midnight we have the following exchange.
Wife: Did Katie bring in the jam?
Me: Um. What?
Wife: Did Katie bring in the JAM?
Me: (beat) No, but she did bring in 'da FUNK.
Backstory - The wife and daughter went to a friend's today. Some kind of girl scout event, I don't know. But apparently they made "sun tea" and also "sun jam". Who knew? Anyway, it was sitting on the table on the deck all afternoon. But I had no idea what it was. The jam. I don't ask questions.
At midnight we have the following exchange.
Wife: Did Katie bring in the jam?
Me: Um. What?
Wife: Did Katie bring in the JAM?
Me: (beat) No, but she did bring in 'da FUNK.
Friday, September 4
I think I'm supposed to find this blog inspiring, but...
From Unclutterer...
A: Go fuck yourself in one of them.
From Unclutterer...
Dear Unclutterer: I am a fanatic unclutterer. Our kitchen is very organized. But we actually have too much storage space (tons and tons of drawers and cabinets). What should I do with these empty drawers?
A: Go fuck yourself in one of them.
Thursday, September 3
nerd vs. nerd...
At one of the train stops on the way to work, a wireless network shows up in my Airport menu called "baggins". It's password protected, so every day I've taken to spending the 60 seconds that the train is stationary trying out as many Tolkien-mythos passwords as I can before the train starts moving again. Today I tried "Mordor", "mithril" and "theonering".
Some day I'll get it.
At one of the train stops on the way to work, a wireless network shows up in my Airport menu called "baggins". It's password protected, so every day I've taken to spending the 60 seconds that the train is stationary trying out as many Tolkien-mythos passwords as I can before the train starts moving again. Today I tried "Mordor", "mithril" and "theonering".
Some day I'll get it.
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