weary as water

…buy your own damn fries.

It’s been a tumultuous February. My bag was stolen out of my office over a week ago (ipod – serial # 8K834NLG2C7 / panasonic lumix camera, serial #EN6BA14667R / wallet / cc’s / PICTURES FROM THE INAUGURATION AGH) and it has been aggravating to say the least. For the first few days I kept having daydreams of catching the bastards with my bag, and proceeding to tackle and/or beat the crap out of them. That didn’t make me feel much better, though, so I’ve mostly just been focusing on GettingThingsDone.

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Today a couple folks got laid off from the office. That is distressing to me on a couple levels – first, one of them is a buddy of mine and I feel bad for him, and second, what if that had been me? Truth be told, we would not be in that bad of shape – we have a decent savings and a place to stay rent free if it came to that. (And at the end of the year Em will have her degree, which means we will be a two-fulltime-income-family). But just the very thought of it makes me sick to my stomach.

I’ve been meaning to meditate more, and mostly by accident ran across the big sit – a westernized version of the traditional 3-month buddhist practice period. I decided I need to get Serious Yo about meditating more frequently, so I signed up. I sat for twenty minutes tonight and my mind was in a fucking insane maze mode, mostly about work. It’s going to be really important to keep things in perspective in the coming months.

I’ve been talking to my folks more in the past few weeks. In the past when I’ve been distressed, it’s been over things I didn’t think I could talk to them about. But now it is comforting to call them up and hear their voices. (I think E. having such a good relationship with her folks has inspired me.)

And now, I know most of the internet has seen Barack Obama Is Tired Of Your MotherFucking Shit, but maybe you haven’t. These audio clips of Obama reading “Dreams of My Father” are absolutely hilarious (and NSFW).