Still sick. Perfect weather to stay home and curl up in bed. Naturally, I’m at work, eating leftover spicy basil tofu, drinking hot unsweetened Good Earth Original tea, and listening to KCRW’s Morning Becomes Eclectic, all of which I adore. Minus the work, of course.
I’m trying to come up with 30 things to do before I turn 30 a la my 43Things list – leave suggestions in the comments section.
I was out taking pictures of Vulcan Run [Woo! Vulcan Run is over!] and saw this lady and her dog. The dog was much more interested in the camera than the woman was. Aww, aren’t they cute?
Speaking of dogs, I have been sick since Friday, with my annual changing-of-the-weather-cold. I slept away most of the weekend. I just had a coughing fit so intense that my eyes watered.
Saw the Borat movie on Friday. High-larious and completely disgusting. We stayed to watch the credits in hopes that there would be funny outtakes afterwards; we didn’t get any funny outtakes but we did get to hear the ettiquitte folks from Birmingham talk to a reporter about their experiences. They all seemed to take it in stride. In summary: Borat: A Movie I Would Not Recommend To My Mother But If You Do Not Fall Into That Category You Should Go See It.
This is the first second in a series of what I’m sure will be utterly boring night photos.
Had a good time at the Mountain Goats show last night. Went driving around afterwards, for a bit, because I needed a picture and I forgot to take my camera into the show. Damn!
Here’s a snapshot of the ONLY trick-or-treaters I’ve ever seen in the neighborhood in the past five years I’ve lived in this apartment. Don’t they look spooky? Oooooh, spooky. Like having the FBI show up at your door after you post a WAKEUPYOUGUYSTHETERRORISTSHAVEALREADYWONALERT boarding pass generator online.
Caught up on my phone calls this weekend. (Well, most of them anyway – sorry Lisa!). Had an hour-long conversation with Robyn that covered everything but politics. I’m unable to talk about politics right now, even with Robyn.
Funny how a phone call can make me feel like she’s still living upstairs, and we can just go out on the porch and sit and rant to each other any time we like.
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For November, I’m going vegan (yes, even during Thanksgiving). Shouldn’t be too hard, as most of the stuff I cook is vegan already; mostly I’m just going to have to be careful about what I eat when we’re out. And, I’m going to exercise every freakin’ day. Let’s see if I can get this old body whipped into shape.
P.S. Getting up at 6am is pretty easy…the Monday after Daylight Savings Time.
Here’s where I spend the hour and a half between work and class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’m really enjoying this class (classical thought of India, China, and the West), but the reading can be a pain in the ass when I’ve been at work since 7:30. Ah well.
Last night was especially good, because we’ve started talking about Indian philosophy, which I find far more interesting than Plato. I’ve never really thought much about reincarnation before – although I do understand the traditional ideas that life is suffering and your desires cause that suffering. The professor last night made an interesting point – in the Indian traditions, your desires are what tie you back to earth and force you to continue the cycle of samsara (or rebirth). That’s why the focus is on ridding the self of attachment and desire.
I’ve been away. Been busy. Been in a funk. Been traveling. Been lurking.Meet Herman, a regular at Food Not Bombs on Sunday, and is a Southside icon. Herman’s a collector. Rides a bike that is laden down with everything imaginable. Wears little tiny shorts that have holes in them, even when it gets cold. Knows lots of movies by heart, and does great impressions. Gives me a hug whenever he sees me.
I’m going to try to take more pictures, at least one a day if I can. And when I post, I’m going to try to not talk about work. That’s not too much to ask, is it?
P.S. I’ve done great with the not-eating junk food thing. Not so great with the getting-out-of-bed-early thing.
if you’re me, you choose (d). it’s too cold for anybody to be out, and he can’t stand up enough to get out of the middle of the street. plus, cops in the neighborhood like to rough people up.
so, we tried to talk to him, tried to get him home. ended up riding in the back of a frat boy truck, holding him up and on, feet dangling. he couldn’t tell us where to go, and we tried to drop him off but he just drug himself into the street and collapsed again, so we took him to the e.r. at least it was warm there, and emily knew the lady behind the counter, and maybe they just let him sober up there.
i feel terribly bad about the whole thing.
i have been so busy at work this week i haven’t had time to be disillusioned. after work emily and i grabbed some chinese food and i decompressed. emily took me home and headed over to her parent’s house to take care of her uncle keith. me, i’m sitting at home listening to toots and the maytals, cat curled up beside me, and i’m trying to decide whether i want to read or make some stencils.
yup, life at home is pretty good.
while walking home yesterday i found a big piece of board leaning up by a trash can. it was heavy but i only had a block to go so i ended up lugging it home. well, now it’s here, and it’s some crap piece of board that was probably the top to a walmart desk. i don’t know why it was so heavy…maybe just it’s shear size. i don’t really know what to do with it except put it back out on the dumpster.
my whole month has been like this.
