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Eunoia

"Eunoia is the shortest word in English containing all five vowels - and it means "beautiful thinking". It is also the title of Canadian poet Christian Bok's book of fiction in which each chapter uses only one vowel."




Halloween

Probably the best Halloween costume i've ever seen:
an underage Chinese gymnast...so politically incorrect...so wonderful

MM

darren from mutemate... he's really just the best ever... (ps: i'm not exagerating)... and i can't wait for their new cd:




i promise to work on my titles...really

why do i do this to myself?  the last time i went running with the williams i asked them to remind me not to run with them the next time i tried.  why? well, for those of you who don't know mat and leslie, they are the bionic couple.  incredibly athletic, somehow tireless, with this unnatural love of pushing themselves beyond anything close to normal limits when running. i enjoy a casual chatting pace, while they, and now their bionic dog, enjoy a pace at which the rest of humanity is left gasping like harry after his gillyweed wears off while they casually plan dinner, a solution to all of the worlds problems, and merrily dash too and fro like whimsical wood nymphs.


this afternoon i walked into the house after lunch and was greeted by mat saying, "we're headed out to run 10 miles, want to come?"  me, in my mind, "why in the hell would i want to do that to myself." me, from my mouth, "sure."  somewhere in the tenebrous journey from my mind to my mouth i think my real response was routed back and forth through an even worse version of babel fish than is present for internet use.  probably the beta version.  (if you just used the dictionary on your macbook dashboard for tenebrous...point for me.)  

mile one through 8.5ish are uninteresting, but at this point, right as my shuffle ran out of batteries, a blister the size of Willie Mackenzie's head (if you're looking...fourth one down) formed right smack dab between the ball of my foot and the big toe...basically i could no longer push off, and for kicks i could even feel the blisteryness...on second thought i'll spare you.  ergo, i ran the last mile and a half with my big toe curled under, trying not wreck my knee by throwing my stride off with a fantastic limping gait after putting it through its biggest workout since february.

in the end, i now have a huge limp inducing blister and the knowledge that i can still run 10 miles...which is not exciting enough news to warrant the blister.  i'd rather have found that i can't make it past 2 and i should just stay in and sit on the couch with a high life and a lofthouse (you don't have to work for this one) from now on.

trouble in paradise...

on tuesday i had exciting news to share...now, the same news is really anticlimactic...


i finally replaced the bike that was stolen last year in new orleans with a new one:
i wandered into the nice bike store over in West End monday thinking, "i'll just try to get sized on one and get some info and then obviously not buy anything right now because there's no way i can afford this place." so, i walked in and let them know i was looking at entry level road bikes.  they point out a couple and then say something to the effect of, "oh yeah, there's one over here. we just have the one left and it's your size and because it's last years model we want to get rid of it so it's 50% off..." and then i road it and loved it and bought it the next day. the end.

...kind of.

rode to work and back on wed...and again on thursday...and was swinging by the shop again thursday after work to buy a helmet, as i have been borrowing the williams' extra one...well, half way there my pedal gets wobbly...hmm.  as it turns out the pedal had stripped out the threads of the pedal arm and basically fell out when i got there.  sooooo, bike in the shop. (insert me being really irritated and annoyed at said situation here.) they are going to replace whatever needs to be replaced because i just got it and obviously had not had time to inflict this damage myself...which is nice...but now i have to try and hold my excitement for a week or so till it comes back. (insert slightly overdramatized annoyance and same said situation here.)

what does this story mean for you: you'll have to wait a week for the start of: "countdown till bike pays itself off". i figure if i ride it to work each day...in a couple months or so it will pay itself off in gas saved...i'm excited about the countdown...but it's gotta wait until this ridiculous situation is sorted out. (insert abundant but now purely dramatized emotions.)

life, from w-s (2.0)

as of late i've taken to posting things i find amusing, uncharacteristically creative,  or carry within them some seed of truth.  i feel that on occasion it would behoove all for me to insert some of my own life into this blog...as that was it's purpose in the beginning.  so, if you're up for a little rambling, click play above and settle back for my reveries...

1. i find that my life goes in cycles.  probably in all areas but as examples:  there are periods when i cannot get enough of good books and others when to immerse myself in a book would be an impiety upon the stories being played out in real life around me.  there are times when i want to reflect, as i do now, and gather the bits of truth that i can find, and others when i want to not think about living but live, break free and live with no thought as to whether anything makes sense beyond the mere enjoyment of experiencing life.  there are times when i want to pursue friendships with great effort and times when i want nothing to do with you unless you are the one who has made the effort to call me.  times when i want my work to be full of creativity and beauty and times when i want my work to be mundane and structured.  i think all of these are influenced by the flow of my energies back and forth and in and out of all of these moods, and there is to them a constant and unpredictable current.

2. you can listen to me or just read dave's post over at in repair for the main idea of this one. love. it all comes back to this. as he says, not hollywood love, but the sort of day in day out pouring into a persons, or peoples lives. a healthy community building, life giving, love. cs says somewhere that we are most ourselves not alone or in couples but when a group of friends gathers, because each in the group pulls from others a different flavor. perhaps like a simmering stew of friendship. flavors combining and complimenting and drawing out and enhancing. but, as it is, we (myself and many of my peers) find ourselves existing in a transient time. between studies and settling. choosing paths and following crazy dreams. and thus not settled, we struggle to maintain relationships from a former more stable time across states and seas with the rickety crutches of phone lines, of facebook and the internet. it is rare indeed that these ties will deepen through these. at best they are maintained for some future time when old friends are reunited to grow together again.  the now strained roots intertwined in the past, relaxing and growing downward together gracefully at ease again. that is the hope anyway. in the meantime we set our roots to growing as best we can, pouring into new friends the love we can, seeking good soil wherever we find ourselves for as long as we find ourselves there. i wonder to myself at these thoughts whether or not it is only me with my odd aversion to phones, and skepticism towards the internets social gathering places, that finds deepening these distant relationships difficult and also whether or not there is a point deep enough where roots so intertwined shake free the inevitable superficialities of the internet and really do keep growing? i don't know...but to quote,

I'm gonna experiment with this love thing-- giving love, feeling love...I know it sounds really corny but it's the last thing I gotta check out. Before I check out.



i have no words...just happy ears

oldies but goodies...

stuff from a couple of my old favorite sites:


and...

the ever satirically amusing: StuffWhitePeopleLike.com