Been fighting a cold since Thurs. I felt so crappy and weak Thursday evening, I abandoned my bike and took the train home. Friday I stayed home and slept half the day in a sweaty/shivery way. Nothing spectacular, just sick. Saturday I felt much better, but today I've been a sniffy, snotty mouth breather more than when I was a weakened pile of poo on Friday. I could still breath.
Go figure.
I sneezed today what I thought was a normal sneeze, turns out I had a surplus of ammunition loaded and a huge snot rocket landed on my pants. I lost like half a pound after that sneeze. Luckily I was by myself and I removed it without an issue. So momumental it couldn't go un-noted however. Be a shame. It was like catching a huge fish with nobody around to see it. I'm sure nobody wanted to see it, but it was amazing.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
figures
Last night I was putting away my dental floss and it slipped and fell in the toilet. Since I slept most the day with a million layers on sweating and shivering a cold out of my system, I'm gonna cut myself some slack and say I wasn't running at full potential. But how often am I running at my full potential? There's always something distracting me.
Thought about that girl who is such a little racist asshole that she'd fake her own mugging and cut a backwards B on her face. Too blinded by her crazy agenda to think maybe an O for Obama would be less problematic in a mirror and would make more sense. If I was a hateful crazy, that'd be the kind of detail I skip. Luckily I'm not a hateful pile of vindictiveness like she seems to be.
How many just annoying stink pots of trouble does one run into in their lives? A lot. I'm so glad she got caught quickly and well before the election.
I don't think she harmed Obama's chances, but every woman who fakes an attack hurts the credibility of women who really are attacked. We don't need that bullshit thank you very much.
Thought about that girl who is such a little racist asshole that she'd fake her own mugging and cut a backwards B on her face. Too blinded by her crazy agenda to think maybe an O for Obama would be less problematic in a mirror and would make more sense. If I was a hateful crazy, that'd be the kind of detail I skip. Luckily I'm not a hateful pile of vindictiveness like she seems to be.
How many just annoying stink pots of trouble does one run into in their lives? A lot. I'm so glad she got caught quickly and well before the election.
I don't think she harmed Obama's chances, but every woman who fakes an attack hurts the credibility of women who really are attacked. We don't need that bullshit thank you very much.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
a new rendition
Abandoned bike and took the train home cause I'm fighting a cold and I wanted to slouch on a seat on the El. Walking home from my stop a little girl about knee high to a grasshopper was blocking my path as she staggered to the left and right of the sidewalk. She busted out a spontaneous song
I Believe I can Fly
I believe mmmumble mmmmumble
Then mom took me to burGER KING!!!
It was really fricken cute and I laughed and snorted.
Also saw a kicked in pumpkin and crunched the leaves on the sidewalk. I'm starting to embrace fall.
Now all I have to do is kick this sniffle/worn out feeling to the curb with some peppermint tea and some r&r.
I Believe I can Fly
I believe mmmumble mmmmumble
Then mom took me to burGER KING!!!
It was really fricken cute and I laughed and snorted.
Also saw a kicked in pumpkin and crunched the leaves on the sidewalk. I'm starting to embrace fall.
Now all I have to do is kick this sniffle/worn out feeling to the curb with some peppermint tea and some r&r.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
a wrong turn at Cicero
Today I went on a 25mile bike trip. I had meant to go to hit the forest preserve and take a trail. Smell some decaying trees, pass a few bums and pedal without bus exhaust fumes for a switch. It would have helped if I did a little research. Someone told me about their ride to the Botanical gardens via Elston -60miles round trip. Since my commute is 12 miles round trip and that's where my bike experience begins after a 8 year hiatus with the highlight being a girl scout race in 4th grade, I wasn't ready to go quite that far. But the forest preserve, before the gardens was a doable goal. I figured I could take Elston, see the trees and turn around about 20miles in.
Nope instead I missed the preserve and saw beautiful downtown Niles. A suburb with strip malls and angry drivers.
Alas.
Still excercise is good and learning the hard way seems to be my way. I may try it again on Saturday now that I actually looked up where to go.
And I'm glad I squeezed in a bike ride before my staycation came to an end. It was 11days straight sans day job. Playing fulltime artist for the first bit. Turns out even without corporate bullshit, I am still a procrastinator. I may not watch much tv but the blog reading and the internet social networking thing may be a problem right up there with choc0late bars and cookies. The little voice that should tell me that I don't need a cookie is also derelict in telling me that I don't need to check my email/facebook/jezebel for the 5th time this morning. I'll have to work on that 'cause my Jimmeny Cricket is a slacker.
For the staycation closing I made my sesame tuna vegetable rice dish and bought Bell's Amber Ale. The mix of physical exertion, cooking and beer is a fantastic closer to time off.
Next week though, my first time EVER in Florida. Now I'm a real American or a German/British tourist. Whichever.
Nope instead I missed the preserve and saw beautiful downtown Niles. A suburb with strip malls and angry drivers.
Alas.
Still excercise is good and learning the hard way seems to be my way. I may try it again on Saturday now that I actually looked up where to go.
And I'm glad I squeezed in a bike ride before my staycation came to an end. It was 11days straight sans day job. Playing fulltime artist for the first bit. Turns out even without corporate bullshit, I am still a procrastinator. I may not watch much tv but the blog reading and the internet social networking thing may be a problem right up there with choc0late bars and cookies. The little voice that should tell me that I don't need a cookie is also derelict in telling me that I don't need to check my email/facebook/jezebel for the 5th time this morning. I'll have to work on that 'cause my Jimmeny Cricket is a slacker.
For the staycation closing I made my sesame tuna vegetable rice dish and bought Bell's Amber Ale. The mix of physical exertion, cooking and beer is a fantastic closer to time off.
Next week though, my first time EVER in Florida. Now I'm a real American or a German/British tourist. Whichever.
it was an accident
so it seems like I accidentally called my blog "puppies and babies" but now I think I'll be keeping that. I love ridiculousness.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Puppies and Babies
Yesterday was the last day of Around The Coyote. I was anxious to get it done. I'm not into retail, even if it's my own stuff. -At least face to face retail but anonymous on-line retail is my kind of thing and I may post some watercolors on etsy.- Seriously disheartened I settled into the day and started talking to my very cool booth neighbors. The first band of the day started playing and the lyrics caught my ear and demanded attention.
puppies and babies
puppies and babies
puppies and babies
are soft and cuddly
It was kind of brilliant and very true and had far more depth than Brittney's new hit "womanizer womanizer ..." something about not fronting. The band was a group of developmentally disabled people who write their own stuff and play their own instruments. They were sincerely better than some of the bands I listened to and more importantly they were turned down to a descent level. Keeping all the arts under one roof maybe not such a hot idea. A loud jazz band is not helpful when some tall sweaty man with a facial tic, red Sally Jesse glasses is trying to tell me something about how he liked my work. I'm 5'8 and my head barely made it to his armpit. I had to lean in closely to his humpty dumpty type belly and say "What?!" in the bar conversation fashion. He sweated more. He didn't buy anything and limped away. In conclusion, the music was counterproductive. If I was there to check things out, the stuffy air, crowded stalls and loud music would equal "lets get outta here" not let me browse through this charming girl's drawings and familiarize myself with her work.
But I don't run something like that because it's a logistical nightmare and I met some great people, did some serious people watching, reread Camus' The Stranger, and sold enough work to break even.
Anyhoo, I'm thinking about ditching my myspace blog and bringing it over here. I like writing down my musing into the internet void. Lord knows I don't need another thing to check obsessively online, but I like to compartmentalize things and moving my musings into a less googleable arena seems like a good idea to me.
puppies and babies
puppies and babies
puppies and babies
are soft and cuddly
It was kind of brilliant and very true and had far more depth than Brittney's new hit "womanizer womanizer ..." something about not fronting. The band was a group of developmentally disabled people who write their own stuff and play their own instruments. They were sincerely better than some of the bands I listened to and more importantly they were turned down to a descent level. Keeping all the arts under one roof maybe not such a hot idea. A loud jazz band is not helpful when some tall sweaty man with a facial tic, red Sally Jesse glasses is trying to tell me something about how he liked my work. I'm 5'8 and my head barely made it to his armpit. I had to lean in closely to his humpty dumpty type belly and say "What?!" in the bar conversation fashion. He sweated more. He didn't buy anything and limped away. In conclusion, the music was counterproductive. If I was there to check things out, the stuffy air, crowded stalls and loud music would equal "lets get outta here" not let me browse through this charming girl's drawings and familiarize myself with her work.
But I don't run something like that because it's a logistical nightmare and I met some great people, did some serious people watching, reread Camus' The Stranger, and sold enough work to break even.
Anyhoo, I'm thinking about ditching my myspace blog and bringing it over here. I like writing down my musing into the internet void. Lord knows I don't need another thing to check obsessively online, but I like to compartmentalize things and moving my musings into a less googleable arena seems like a good idea to me.
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