Well... I had a wonderful Sunday. It was pockmarked with incredibly frustrating and maddening moments but I made it through and the good parts almost eclipse the less-than-awesome ones.
I got to attend the Jays final home game of the season with my mom, her husband and my mom's friend. (My mother's friend won four tickets in the field level baseline section.) It was great. When I got past the turnstyle and could see straight ahead out onto the field I felt like I was floating. I had built this game and this day and this team and this experience up so much in my head in the days leading up but mostly on the day of and drive down, getting ridiculously more and more intense as I neared the Sky Dome. And now that I was HERE it was surreal. Those are the real players..! That's the actual diamond...this is the game I watch at home and now I'm here, close enough to see Jose Bautista's facial expressions. (That man is cool as a cucumber, for the record.)
I had a blast. I really enjoyed it. I wish I hadn't missed my turn-off off the 401 and cost myself an extra 50 minutes which, in a game where both pitchers were striking out three batters an inning, meant being absent for about 4 innings. It's lame, I know. I am still kicking myself. But it was great. I was continuously thinking, "I gotta come back, I gotta come back," looking forward more and more to April of 2010. It's very nice to be around other people who are cheering for the same thing (we all know the feeling). I find it bitter-sweet that the attendance was so good for this season closer (about 38 000). It's great that peeps come out to support but it's disappointing that they aren't there during the rest of the season. :(
Anyhow...the announcer mentioned Tallat's five strike-outs and reminded us that if he/the team got seven strike-outs in total, each ticket holder in the stadium would be entitled to a free slice of Pizza Pizza pizza the following day. So for two different batters in the next two innings when they had two strikes on the count, people would start cheering "pizz-a, pizz-a" which I found quite hiliarish. They weren't cheering for the pitcher, no.
Oh man...such a fun experience that I don't even want to continue with the descriptions. I'll just ruin it. I wanna go back. Can't believe I turned into a real fan when the season was just finishing. O well.
Something I would like to do before I'm thirty:
See a home game of every MLB club in the league. I think this will be expensive and potentially impossible (like Yankees or Bosox? do they ever NOT sell out? these are things I need to research) but I would love to say I've done it. :)
No, I think that's it. I was going to write more about Sunday but it sounds lame. I thought earlier today that the only way I can really "express" all my joy from yesterday is to channel it elsewhere. I have to look forward to 12th April 2010, to the remaining three games of this regular season, the postseason... just gotta flow it. I need to relieve this pressure or I'm going to tie myself up in knots. It is ridiculous. But....I thank God for it. I'm actually incredibly (vocally) grateful to God for how much fun this is and specifically for this opp of this weekend. It makes me happy. (42)
Pockmarks included calling my bank three times to get them to transfer enough funds to my credit card to rent a car (I didn't know about the deposit), having them lie to me about stupid things (this is frustrating because they have their chirpy customer service voice on while they're saying things that aren't true thinking they're being helpful; while I'm watching my ideal departure time slip away and the clerks at the rental place stop believing that I even have the money) and eventually leaving 30 minutes later than I should have been able to; the ugliness of downtown and north Toronto for motorists; getting a parking ticket (even though it was deserved...I was just frustrated by the hoops I'd have had to jump through to pay properly ..and it was the top of the fifth...I had to go) and I think that's it. Mostly missing the game is what made me sad that day, through one thing that wasn't my fault and one that was. I kept thinking, "If it weren't for THIS, then I'd still have x-number of extra minutes." Oh, regret! I am presently teaching myself the philosophy of "sunk costs".
Monday, 28 September 2009
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Today I resent campus less.
(I'm very happy with this improvement and I think I can only credit Jesus because He knows my heart and He knows what I half-assedly prayed for.)
Things I hope to never experience:
-Septic flooding
Things that are weird to me today:
I wanted so badly to come here (to the campus library) to type when I was thinking that it's more pressing or will be more pressing that I get some food soon, do some more studying and drop off a resume across the way before the end of business hours. OOPS. Dang..I didn't know this but they close in 9 minutes. Now I feel like a lame-pole.
I was trying to figure out what was best to do and honestly, coming to the library to blog was probably not the best choice but here I am. I really love writing and I feel kinda lame for it some days because, well... I'm not going anywhere.
Surprize of life contained in an ugly interaction:
Yesterday I found a wonderful Eddie Bauer small duffel-ish bag in the luggage section of Zellers. I was just walking by, looking for a price dude. It was so compact and multi-pocketed...it had a great strap and looked PERFECT for overnight and for regular days for me. It's been a long time that I've been looking for the "perfect" bag. I'm not expecting something to fall off the armrest of God's throne and be THAT perfect but I want something that I can use EVERYDAY (not flash but not gross) that is not huge and not tiny..the shoulder strap is absolutely NON-NEGOTIABLE and, well I wanted this one. I looked and looked and looked at all the bags there to try to find where this one came from or to find other Eddie Bauer stuff so I could guess the price. Lots of stuff was on sale but most things wanted to start around $50 and take off from there. I can't pay that much for a name; it's silly. I don't mind paying for quality but lets be serious. OH! haha it would make a great drop-off bag for payments of maybe 4 or 5 million (in hundreds). It's that kind of bag. :)
Anyways, I went to the check-out to ask for the price. The clerk was intent on talking over me so she didn't hear me say that I couldn'd find the price. She was asking if I was going to use my Hbc credit card and I tried to say no but she was quick to tell me about the 10% off on BLAH BLAH BLAH I am so sick of being asked that and hearing other customers being asked that I really want to never shop at Zellers again. Honestly...they lost my respect a long time ago when I noticed their ultimate sell-out to being Made in China, among other things. I'm sad because I like that the Hudson's Bay Company was founded in the flippin 1600s. Canada doesn't have so many old things.
I was trying to explain that I have BOTH the credit card AND the points card but I'd rather use neither. Clerks usually don't get it which BOTHERS me because it's....definitely none of their business ("them" just being someone who's not me, my husband or my financial advisor). Let me pay how I want to. I DON'T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE DON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. This is... probably fodder for another "Things that piss me off" post.
She wouldn't listen...she talked and talked, promoted and promoted, rebutted and rebutted...I tried to respond THREE TIMES and she cut me off before a word was finished because I looked like I was going to decline. F*** OFF. Frig...
It was very annoying and wasting my time. It feels disrespectful. I don't like when people don't listen to me. Let's be serious for a moment - no one likes when people aren't listening to them. I find it particularly frustrating, however, when it's in a situation like this - when it's monetary motivation. You don't care about me - stop acting like you do! I'm not going to give in to you because you say, "it's just name, address and telephone number," and I get a $10 gift card. Man, respect my decision.
Anyhoo this was happening while we were waiting for someone from the luggage department to ring back and give us some insight. She finally said that, because we were waiting so long, she would sell me the bag for $10. I said 'pardon' when I had definitely heard her because I thought if she repeated it, she couldn't take it back. Then I was CERTAINLY in a rush to leave because if someone from luggage called, they would know better.
I just browsed the Eddie Bauer catalogue online and the smallest duffel I could see on there is probably the same size as mine but I couldn't find the exact model/style. (I'm guessing mine has been discontinued, which explains a lot.) It costs $49.50. I knew it shouldn't have been less than 40...I was hoping for 30 cos it's Zellers but come on - TEN DOLLARS??! That's a steal. I said to myself before I got to the check-out that I would buy it if it were less than $35. I absolutely love getting breaks like this and I thanked God silently soon as she started ringin 'er up.
[This isn't even what I meant to write about...]
Text-message I sent that I'm about to delete but I thought I should preserve somehow for further reflection:
[context: my friend just asked me about something I had asked her to keep me accountable with maybe a week or two ago. I had told her the day before that I was deciding whether now was the moment to gouge out my eye and throw it away or if I really did have enough resolve to continue the battle of the mind without changing external factors. I felt honored that she had remembered - and that she's been picking up on tiny things that no one should pick up on; i.e. she's not letting me get away with JACK - and that the way she asked sounded like she was invested which is sweet -- and ideal when it comes to accountability.]
"Hmm. :) [glad she'd asked] Well, without having given it as much thought as needed, [I was hoping she wouldn't follow-up on yesterday] I have concluded that my problem is bigger than ****** (name). [this was a very rudimentary conclusion but it's somehow freeing] I can probably agree that what you feed lives and what you starve dies.. [I hate this principle but I was trying to be honest] but most days (these days) I'm not in the mood to pursue righteousness [basically saying that I don't care if I fall into a pit because it's fun and I would LIKE to cancel our accountability agreement but I doubt you'd go for that]."
Another text which quickly followed went something like this, "Remember when I said 'purity is never easy' when we were talking about overnighting? I feel as though I am proverbially eating my words." She had told me how it's easier for her and her bf to sleep over at each other's places because they live in different cities. I asked some questions and she sounded like she knew what was better but, "it's just HARD, you know?" and the first thing that popped into my mind was, "yeah but, purity is never easy." I hesitated to say it becuase it does sound incredibly pious but I do think it's true. That stuff is difficile and if you want it you have to go full tilt. End of.
So [dot, dot, dot], c'est pas facile.
Things I hope to never experience:
-Septic flooding
Things that are weird to me today:
I wanted so badly to come here (to the campus library) to type when I was thinking that it's more pressing or will be more pressing that I get some food soon, do some more studying and drop off a resume across the way before the end of business hours. OOPS. Dang..I didn't know this but they close in 9 minutes. Now I feel like a lame-pole.
I was trying to figure out what was best to do and honestly, coming to the library to blog was probably not the best choice but here I am. I really love writing and I feel kinda lame for it some days because, well... I'm not going anywhere.
Surprize of life contained in an ugly interaction:
Yesterday I found a wonderful Eddie Bauer small duffel-ish bag in the luggage section of Zellers. I was just walking by, looking for a price dude. It was so compact and multi-pocketed...it had a great strap and looked PERFECT for overnight and for regular days for me. It's been a long time that I've been looking for the "perfect" bag. I'm not expecting something to fall off the armrest of God's throne and be THAT perfect but I want something that I can use EVERYDAY (not flash but not gross) that is not huge and not tiny..the shoulder strap is absolutely NON-NEGOTIABLE and, well I wanted this one. I looked and looked and looked at all the bags there to try to find where this one came from or to find other Eddie Bauer stuff so I could guess the price. Lots of stuff was on sale but most things wanted to start around $50 and take off from there. I can't pay that much for a name; it's silly. I don't mind paying for quality but lets be serious. OH! haha it would make a great drop-off bag for payments of maybe 4 or 5 million (in hundreds). It's that kind of bag. :)
Anyways, I went to the check-out to ask for the price. The clerk was intent on talking over me so she didn't hear me say that I couldn'd find the price. She was asking if I was going to use my Hbc credit card and I tried to say no but she was quick to tell me about the 10% off on BLAH BLAH BLAH I am so sick of being asked that and hearing other customers being asked that I really want to never shop at Zellers again. Honestly...they lost my respect a long time ago when I noticed their ultimate sell-out to being Made in China, among other things. I'm sad because I like that the Hudson's Bay Company was founded in the flippin 1600s. Canada doesn't have so many old things.
I was trying to explain that I have BOTH the credit card AND the points card but I'd rather use neither. Clerks usually don't get it which BOTHERS me because it's....definitely none of their business ("them" just being someone who's not me, my husband or my financial advisor). Let me pay how I want to. I DON'T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE DON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. This is... probably fodder for another "Things that piss me off" post.
She wouldn't listen...she talked and talked, promoted and promoted, rebutted and rebutted...I tried to respond THREE TIMES and she cut me off before a word was finished because I looked like I was going to decline. F*** OFF. Frig...
It was very annoying and wasting my time. It feels disrespectful. I don't like when people don't listen to me. Let's be serious for a moment - no one likes when people aren't listening to them. I find it particularly frustrating, however, when it's in a situation like this - when it's monetary motivation. You don't care about me - stop acting like you do! I'm not going to give in to you because you say, "it's just name, address and telephone number," and I get a $10 gift card. Man, respect my decision.
Anyhoo this was happening while we were waiting for someone from the luggage department to ring back and give us some insight. She finally said that, because we were waiting so long, she would sell me the bag for $10. I said 'pardon' when I had definitely heard her because I thought if she repeated it, she couldn't take it back. Then I was CERTAINLY in a rush to leave because if someone from luggage called, they would know better.
I just browsed the Eddie Bauer catalogue online and the smallest duffel I could see on there is probably the same size as mine but I couldn't find the exact model/style. (I'm guessing mine has been discontinued, which explains a lot.) It costs $49.50. I knew it shouldn't have been less than 40...I was hoping for 30 cos it's Zellers but come on - TEN DOLLARS??! That's a steal. I said to myself before I got to the check-out that I would buy it if it were less than $35. I absolutely love getting breaks like this and I thanked God silently soon as she started ringin 'er up.
[This isn't even what I meant to write about...]
Text-message I sent that I'm about to delete but I thought I should preserve somehow for further reflection:
[context: my friend just asked me about something I had asked her to keep me accountable with maybe a week or two ago. I had told her the day before that I was deciding whether now was the moment to gouge out my eye and throw it away or if I really did have enough resolve to continue the battle of the mind without changing external factors. I felt honored that she had remembered - and that she's been picking up on tiny things that no one should pick up on; i.e. she's not letting me get away with JACK - and that the way she asked sounded like she was invested which is sweet -- and ideal when it comes to accountability.]
"Hmm. :) [glad she'd asked] Well, without having given it as much thought as needed, [I was hoping she wouldn't follow-up on yesterday] I have concluded that my problem is bigger than ****** (name). [this was a very rudimentary conclusion but it's somehow freeing] I can probably agree that what you feed lives and what you starve dies.. [I hate this principle but I was trying to be honest] but most days (these days) I'm not in the mood to pursue righteousness [basically saying that I don't care if I fall into a pit because it's fun and I would LIKE to cancel our accountability agreement but I doubt you'd go for that]."
Another text which quickly followed went something like this, "Remember when I said 'purity is never easy' when we were talking about overnighting? I feel as though I am proverbially eating my words." She had told me how it's easier for her and her bf to sleep over at each other's places because they live in different cities. I asked some questions and she sounded like she knew what was better but, "it's just HARD, you know?" and the first thing that popped into my mind was, "yeah but, purity is never easy." I hesitated to say it becuase it does sound incredibly pious but I do think it's true. That stuff is difficile and if you want it you have to go full tilt. End of.
So [dot, dot, dot], c'est pas facile.
Monday, 21 September 2009
26 Adam Lind LF
There's something different about this guy and you can see it in his face - actually almost completely in the eyes. I'm led to conclude that the guy is a Christ follower.
I tried to describe it yesterday to a friend by saying he has this deep, consistent calmness about him and something that I can only say is peace or peacefulness. He is often smiling no matter what the count or the score and chatting it up with basemen of the other team, making them smile. I've even heard a handful of commentators observe that he is a great asset to the team for the amount of positivity and high spirits he brings/influences. (I'm going to guess that he is one of those people who has that gentle, low-voltage comedy. I appreciate those people.)
I see the vast majority of people on this planet looking heavy, dissatisfied, wanting. People get themselves all tied up in knots because they're constantly struggling to feel good or get something and that looming void is either directly bringing them down into depression or their denial is so heavy that you can see them contorting to avoid making eye-contact with the elephant who's taking up the whole room.
I hope he's as infectious as he seems. I think his sportsmanship and consistently quality level of play probably don't hurt his witness either... Graebus.
I tried to describe it yesterday to a friend by saying he has this deep, consistent calmness about him and something that I can only say is peace or peacefulness. He is often smiling no matter what the count or the score and chatting it up with basemen of the other team, making them smile. I've even heard a handful of commentators observe that he is a great asset to the team for the amount of positivity and high spirits he brings/influences. (I'm going to guess that he is one of those people who has that gentle, low-voltage comedy. I appreciate those people.)
I see the vast majority of people on this planet looking heavy, dissatisfied, wanting. People get themselves all tied up in knots because they're constantly struggling to feel good or get something and that looming void is either directly bringing them down into depression or their denial is so heavy that you can see them contorting to avoid making eye-contact with the elephant who's taking up the whole room.
I hope he's as infectious as he seems. I think his sportsmanship and consistently quality level of play probably don't hurt his witness either... Graebus.
Friday, 18 September 2009
Thursday, 17 September 2009
"And look - it's your boyfriend."
Haven't heard that phrase in a while, especially with that schoolyard lilt. My friend was referring to a left fielder who had just made a good third-out catch and was running toward the dugout. He'd said, "Nice," just because it was a good out and then added this post's title when he recognized the player who apparently happens to look like a hot stack of meat. I've not said ANYTHING remotely related to that idea to my friend but I guess my comments over the past week and a bit that he and I have been MLB-ing together were laced with the thought. It did make me feel like a little bit of a dunce cap, yes.
In other news, I feel REALLY GREAT about just downloading Firefox and Skype to my computer. The thing was recently wiped out and re...done (reformatted, I think, is the proper term for the process) and so now I can make better decisions of what to add to my hard-drive after all the mistakes from before and from noting what progs I actually use.
Adding these guys is a similar process to buying a lamp and bedspread for the room you just moved into, you know? I don't get to go through that process often but the idea sticks with me. I truly only remember doing it three times and they were all GREAT fun with mega pre-planning, and at least one full day of execution. I had themes. This isn't as extensive but the feeling of putting something you know you'll use into a new space is really delightful, I do declare.
I don't feel in a rush to git my own long-term house, like in marriage or whatever, because the process of making it mine/ours will be so much fun that even the anticipation is fun so I can WAIT. I'm gonna hit up iTunes in a moment. Dang. Gotta add Javastuff, too. Oh well.
Something I don't like:
When people lie to me. I don't like when people lie at all but when it's directed at me, well, I find it repulsive. (Where did I get such a low tolerance?)
I don't like when I put together after the fact that someone has been dishonest with me because it's often something of medium or low consequence. Personally, I would love to bring it up but I can't quite explain what I would be aiming for. Like, I'm not going to point it out to elicit an apology and I'm not going to ASK if this person was lying as if I don't know (cos then I'm being dishonest). So why bring it up? I don't think hindsight rebukes are allowable...they maybe step on the toes of grace. Rebukes on habitual stuff are another story but...see, I usually catch people in something singular and so, because it hasn't become an epidemic, I'm assuming they've realized they were wrong and have moved on. They won't do it again. (Who am I even thinking of as I write this?)
I don't know what to do with this, really. But I did just have a flashback of a house on York Place in Edinburgh.... setting out food in the kitchen for the students on Reading Week project in the mornings. What a weird, weird flashback. I don't get the connection but I loved the excursion.
In other news, I feel REALLY GREAT about just downloading Firefox and Skype to my computer. The thing was recently wiped out and re...done (reformatted, I think, is the proper term for the process) and so now I can make better decisions of what to add to my hard-drive after all the mistakes from before and from noting what progs I actually use.
Adding these guys is a similar process to buying a lamp and bedspread for the room you just moved into, you know? I don't get to go through that process often but the idea sticks with me. I truly only remember doing it three times and they were all GREAT fun with mega pre-planning, and at least one full day of execution. I had themes. This isn't as extensive but the feeling of putting something you know you'll use into a new space is really delightful, I do declare.
I don't feel in a rush to git my own long-term house, like in marriage or whatever, because the process of making it mine/ours will be so much fun that even the anticipation is fun so I can WAIT. I'm gonna hit up iTunes in a moment. Dang. Gotta add Javastuff, too. Oh well.
Something I don't like:
When people lie to me. I don't like when people lie at all but when it's directed at me, well, I find it repulsive. (Where did I get such a low tolerance?)
I don't like when I put together after the fact that someone has been dishonest with me because it's often something of medium or low consequence. Personally, I would love to bring it up but I can't quite explain what I would be aiming for. Like, I'm not going to point it out to elicit an apology and I'm not going to ASK if this person was lying as if I don't know (cos then I'm being dishonest). So why bring it up? I don't think hindsight rebukes are allowable...they maybe step on the toes of grace. Rebukes on habitual stuff are another story but...see, I usually catch people in something singular and so, because it hasn't become an epidemic, I'm assuming they've realized they were wrong and have moved on. They won't do it again. (Who am I even thinking of as I write this?)
I don't know what to do with this, really. But I did just have a flashback of a house on York Place in Edinburgh.... setting out food in the kitchen for the students on Reading Week project in the mornings. What a weird, weird flashback. I don't get the connection but I loved the excursion.
Monday, 14 September 2009
I spy....
Today I saw the following:
I saw that start of a spark on a guy's face when talking (but actually wordlessly communicating) with a woman. It's really magical. I thought I was imagining it by the way they sat together; then I was shocked by something he said to her as part of a group exercise. Put the three together and I really hope I'm right because I think they could do well together.
I saw more chest hair than I wanted to. (Honest - I don't know if I've ever wanted to see chest hair but, you know, sometimes you see it and you don't care. You don't even see it. You move on. Other times you're half expecting to see prosciutto and gelato appear cos FRIG, that's hairy.)
I saw a friend exhibit body language that restored a lot of confidence and removed a lot of anxiety about the friendship, especially in light of some selfish mistakes I've made lately. This is also in light of an email I wrote the day before last to try to clear some stuff up which I think actually produced enough relief in him that...well...things went back to the way they were. I missed it and I screwed it up, sure but much to my rich surprize, apparently nothing's changed. I got such a surge of elation at this...the news of a restored relationship is grand.
[The body language, it said, "I'm sad to leave you." Which, unfortunately translates to, "You mean something to me." Yikes.]
I saw a look on a pseudo-stranger's face which prompted me to say to my table-mate, "Wow....I haven't seen that smile in a long time." It sounded like I haven't seen the smile of this particular person in a while and while that's technically true, it's not what I meant. Man, that's the kind of thing that an adoring father says about his daughter who's been away at camp for six weeks or something. ... He's holding her face in his hands, surveying with fatherly pride.
In this situation I was referring to the type of smile that was flashed; it's one that can't be hidden and tries to be something else. It couldn't be hidden because he was flustered but he was our server so it could try to be the smile of polite waitstaff. We've talked briefly on just a few occasions once about a t-shirt and once about Spongebob (THAT was a great conversation; a deal-maker) and then I bumped into him in a different city (on a GO bus and I almost completely chickened-out...I half regret it). So we acknowledge and we smile but I don't know his name. We don't know each other. [If you've ever seen Spin City, he's my Hey Guy.]
But, man, today I made the kid nervous. He flushed and didn't make much eye-contact. He knew it was my drink (because my friend already had hers....) and I was the one talking to him... but he kept pretending he was talking to her.. tennis-ing his head back and forth as if he was confused about the order or something.
I saw JT and Samberg do a follow-up to "D in a B" which...almost made my day. It was graebus. I have often said, "They need to make more of these," after watching that vid...because even though it's a straight-up mockery, it's really good. I enjoy it. Now to more! Who knows what's next? There were quite a few skits in last nights SNL episode that I was pleasantly surprized by. Then there were some which I would like to call abysmal. What other program has such polarized quality of output? Hm?
I saw that start of a spark on a guy's face when talking (but actually wordlessly communicating) with a woman. It's really magical. I thought I was imagining it by the way they sat together; then I was shocked by something he said to her as part of a group exercise. Put the three together and I really hope I'm right because I think they could do well together.
I saw more chest hair than I wanted to. (Honest - I don't know if I've ever wanted to see chest hair but, you know, sometimes you see it and you don't care. You don't even see it. You move on. Other times you're half expecting to see prosciutto and gelato appear cos FRIG, that's hairy.)
I saw a friend exhibit body language that restored a lot of confidence and removed a lot of anxiety about the friendship, especially in light of some selfish mistakes I've made lately. This is also in light of an email I wrote the day before last to try to clear some stuff up which I think actually produced enough relief in him that...well...things went back to the way they were. I missed it and I screwed it up, sure but much to my rich surprize, apparently nothing's changed. I got such a surge of elation at this...the news of a restored relationship is grand.
[The body language, it said, "I'm sad to leave you." Which, unfortunately translates to, "You mean something to me." Yikes.]
I saw a look on a pseudo-stranger's face which prompted me to say to my table-mate, "Wow....I haven't seen that smile in a long time." It sounded like I haven't seen the smile of this particular person in a while and while that's technically true, it's not what I meant. Man, that's the kind of thing that an adoring father says about his daughter who's been away at camp for six weeks or something. ... He's holding her face in his hands, surveying with fatherly pride.
In this situation I was referring to the type of smile that was flashed; it's one that can't be hidden and tries to be something else. It couldn't be hidden because he was flustered but he was our server so it could try to be the smile of polite waitstaff. We've talked briefly on just a few occasions once about a t-shirt and once about Spongebob (THAT was a great conversation; a deal-maker) and then I bumped into him in a different city (on a GO bus and I almost completely chickened-out...I half regret it). So we acknowledge and we smile but I don't know his name. We don't know each other. [If you've ever seen Spin City, he's my Hey Guy.]
But, man, today I made the kid nervous. He flushed and didn't make much eye-contact. He knew it was my drink (because my friend already had hers....) and I was the one talking to him... but he kept pretending he was talking to her.. tennis-ing his head back and forth as if he was confused about the order or something.
I saw JT and Samberg do a follow-up to "D in a B" which...almost made my day. It was graebus. I have often said, "They need to make more of these," after watching that vid...because even though it's a straight-up mockery, it's really good. I enjoy it. Now to more! Who knows what's next? There were quite a few skits in last nights SNL episode that I was pleasantly surprized by. Then there were some which I would like to call abysmal. What other program has such polarized quality of output? Hm?
Saturday, 12 September 2009
email excerpt (6)
You know who is a wonderful verse which I like more for the rhythm (there's an English Lit jargon term I should know that I would use here...learned it in ENGL*1060) than any other verse but definitely also for the content? "Every good and perfect gift comes down from the Father of heavenly lights who does not change like shifting shadows." Yo, I totally forgot that it was the "every good and perfect" until I realized I wanted to start typing in the middle of a sentence. I suppose I still could have but there you are. "who does not change like shifting shadows." (I thought of it because of what you said about how God moves but doesn't change.)
I think this verse perhaps means more to me as someone who likes the dark, loves the moonlight and spends more time as a vampire than a dull boy. ("All work and no play makes Jack...") The amount of times I've watched a candle flicker or made my way through a house in what should be pitch dark except for lil creeps of natural light or the standby from the VCR -- or even reading by flashlight, walking home at 2am...you learn to read things that you don't see in the day time. So.... "shifting shadows" speaks richly. Can't explain it more.
I think this verse perhaps means more to me as someone who likes the dark, loves the moonlight and spends more time as a vampire than a dull boy. ("All work and no play makes Jack...") The amount of times I've watched a candle flicker or made my way through a house in what should be pitch dark except for lil creeps of natural light or the standby from the VCR -- or even reading by flashlight, walking home at 2am...you learn to read things that you don't see in the day time. So.... "shifting shadows" speaks richly. Can't explain it more.
Friday, 11 September 2009
I once left a can of Campbell's vegetable soup on the stove so long that all the soup evaporated, (lil crunchy veg and pasta was all that was left at the bottom of the charred pot), the plastic handle on the glass lid was drooping downward/inward and the pot itself was filled with the toxic smoke of melted plastic. I felt good about that one.
Ex. 1 the run-on sentence
Ex. 1 the run-on sentence
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
unbelieveable.
My grandmother (5th December 1934-21st August 2009) said once to a bunch of us grandkids that we should tell the world, "We pretty; take it or leave it," and if I could type that with a Jamaican accent, I certainly would.
Just today, just now in writing an email to a friend, I get it. I mean, I understood what she was saying but now I REALLY get it. I'm putting it on like a suit, slipping right in...it's a funny feeling when connected with this moment from a few years back.
If I was allowed to be a cheesemonger and especially if I ended up with nothing tangible, I would be glad to call this an heirloom.
Just today, just now in writing an email to a friend, I get it. I mean, I understood what she was saying but now I REALLY get it. I'm putting it on like a suit, slipping right in...it's a funny feeling when connected with this moment from a few years back.
If I was allowed to be a cheesemonger and especially if I ended up with nothing tangible, I would be glad to call this an heirloom.
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