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Friday, 15 August 2008

Gone fishing!

It's a big day. Tonight my family is flying out to Budapest for some r&r. As a result, I refuse to answer emails and do work while I'm there. So before we go, I had to clean up and pack and clear out a few things. and one of them was my inbox.

Its clean for the first time in months! wooooooooo. i do have a bunch of drafts, but those people don't know they are getting emails. so... tough.

small victories!

goodbye jarvis on my table
goodbye clock and folders to lable
goodbye blinds that do not fold
goodbye sharpies titled "bold"
goodbye!

hi vacation.

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

rain thoughts

being back in the city has its up and downs. one of the ups i discovered recently is something i like to call umbrella drafting. Like in marathons, its using the person in front of you to your advantage, specifically their umbrella. Umbrella drafting requires some skill in figuring out which angle the wind is blowing and how fast the rain falls as you trail behind umbrella draftees, but its a fairly simple concept.

The other day I got caught in a downpour on a crowded street. Because so many umbrella-ed people were walking around, i successfully umbrella drafted a few people to make it home. I've also been an umbrella draftee a few times, sharing with some soaking wet people attempting to jog across a street to get somewhere dry but the light won't let them. Boston people in general are nice like that.

in the last few years, i've noticed many women carrying the new clear dome or mushroom umbrellas. these umbrellas have two purposes- to protect the holder, and only the holder, and to showcase these womens' hairdos. Because of the shape, they are not only share-proof, they express a distinct unwillingness to allow for umbrella drafting, while attempting to display one's features. i'm also convinced these people come from out of state.

these umbrellas therefore go against everything i learned in kindergarten, and perpetuate the self-centered, capitalist, superficial beauty cycle.

i don't care if its the queen. think of the populi.

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Monday, 28 July 2008

the perfect vacation saturday

goes something like this (for me):

wake up at 930 to the sounds of birds. lay around and finish a novel (everyone else is in their respective beds doing the same). 1030 am go to Warner, NH to rummage through shelves of used and incredibly cheap books. my family gets a stack of about 20 books for 13 dollars. cookie frappe and french toast with sausage at Foothills restaurant. Drive back to our house, spend an hour lying on the dock next to the canoe with new (used) book. Kayak with dad for two hours down the outlet of the lake. Get 15 feet within a pair of loons (rare). Dry off, and head into town to eat dinner with neighbors. Get new lappy! lobster and couscous for dinner. play sonic the hedgehog. talk photography with neighbor/ "uncle," photoj who inspired me some. head back to the lake, lie around reading, mom sips her tea obnoxiously loud. fall asleep with book. chris wakes me up at 1 am to go take pictures of lightning storm over the lake. *
snake on the lake.

double lightning storm (there are two connected bolts, one on the top, one in the middle between the trees)

*this saturday will most likely not be able to be repeated in any way again this summer.

then back to the city for work. =/ ce la vie.
j

Wednesday, 23 July 2008

lately, relationships have been bothering me. none specifically, but all vaguely enough that when i look at them i sometimes consider myself called to celibacy. i think I've lost that feel of what its like to LIKE someone, like really really like him to the point that you want to be with him constantly. now when i think about dating relationships, i think about all the hassles and mind games that are accidentally (or sometimes intentionally) played. I'd like to think that I've grown significantly from/ since my last relationship, but sometimes the desire to like someone is so incredibly distant. i know that when the right man comes along, i will totally be eating all of my words and won't be able to breath out of hyperventilating while impatiently waiting for the next time i see him. ugh.

i am an island. for now.

Wednesday, 09 July 2008

CTL, and how it all went down.

CTL is one of those deals you've heard it all your lives, you know you're supposed to do, but its still a bit of a rara avis if you catch my latin drift.

The day after school ended, a few of us were hanging around outside IHOP. We were pretty absorbed in our conversation, so much so that we missed the Ladies pulling up. Lady A looks cantankerous. Blue pastel cardigan, beady eye, scrunched up face like it was stewed to a mean point in the boiler. Lady B is on a walker.

We continue our conversation, (having not seen the Ladies) and as we're all laughing about something, Lady A suddenly busts through the walls of the group, paving the way for Lady B and said walker. Lady A yells, "EXCUSE ME." but its got a bit of 'tude in it...enough that you're pretty sure she didn't mean it and wanted to get some point across. something more along the lines of "you're in our way. jerkwads."

So our group stands around, pretty shocked. A little put out, but mostly shocked cause as old as these ladies are, (and Lady B was truckin' it on that walker) they were going pretty fast. Suddenly one of the brothers jumps over, and quickly opens the door for the Ladies and holds it, and with a flash of a grin says, "Here, let me get that for you."

She looks up at him, shocked, because she knew she gave us a massive dose of the 'tude. Then she mumbles "thank you" and starts clocking it even faster, causes now she's embarassed.

I still remember that look on her face. There was a whole lot of emotion going on there- surprised, because she knew she didn't "deserve" it, embarassed yet grateful, and maybe a little impressed. We were pretty impressed too, and thanked him for being a good example for us on how to ctl. Even growing up in a Christian home, surrounded but what many would call "good" people, CTL can be pretty rare on the ground.

( I put deserved in quote cause I don't think any of us really deserve anything, but thats for another day)

Anyway, I've been thinking alot about CTL. Its actually came up in some sermons lately, about acceptance of other people, particularly christians. and i think overall, its pretty revolutionary. Its not what this world's about. I think I left some things back in jersey without some of the L, and have considered reaching out to put some back in. So yeah, july fourth wasn't new years or anything, but I've made a resolution this summer to CTL more.

k thats whatsup.

J.

p.s. boom from boston. pew pew!