I know this has been touched on by many, but I still overly appreciate a hand-written letter or note. Writing or receiving. Or even a stop by my office to discuss things rather than an email. (I honestly just said that so I could drop ‘my office’.)
There really is something about mailing things that makes me happy. Every time, although I try and try not to, I always think of the movie (featuring Kevin Costner) titled ‘The Postman’. That shit saved civilization. Wonderful, perfect, civilization.
Then I remember the woman ringing up my postage is being so friendly to me because she is my ex-girlfriends mother. And although I appreciate her not hating me, all I can think are ‘REGRETS’. Red faced, yes.
As socially awkward as I am I hope my friendly demeanor denotes the uncomfortable.
I’m burning a Compact Disk for the first time in ages. Do people / cars still have those players? My amazing 2002 Honda Civic (176,00 miles and still no trouble) has a tape deck which works to my advantage. Rather than purchasing an expensive ipod adapter I have a tape deck adapter. The same kind I remember using when I was 16 and hooked it up to a portable Compact Disk player (holding it steady over bumps, of course, whilst shifting gears).
Too bad I washed my ipod (Maxwell) :( Home made laundry detergent makes no difference to the amount of water within his circuits apparently.
You try to do the right thing, you know.
My first car was a 1991 Mitsubishi Eclipse. It had pop up headlights, was extremely dangerous and smelled of fun regrets (it stank). I bought it when I was 15, unable to drive yet, and proved to my parents (who I assume where actually aware) that I was responsible for a very short period of time.
The lights were stuck in the up position upon purchase. I promptly fixed them with a bit of oil and firmly believe that moment to be my root.
Overly happy that Santorum did awful yesterday. Still waiting for Biden to become Hilary and looking forward to looking up American politics from overseas.
As excited as I am for the next 10-15 years I am most looking forward to my secluded, self-sufficient, off-the-grid cabin.
At least I know what I want. What of you?
And yes, ‘looking forward to’. There will always be moments that make you not look forward to life but, my god, I am grabbing my peach of life and sucking it dry. I mean that in so many ways. (I hope).
As of late I’ve been struggling with myself and the material. Full priced? I think not. I can define myself perfectly fine without making it rain.
Bitch, I used to wear spiked collars and had dreadlocks from age 13-17. I’ve nothing to prove.
“Deep inside the forest in a tribal village, when 500 policemen surround and burn your village and there is no TV camera, you can’t go on a hunger-strike. You can only fight back. In any case, can the hungry go on a hunger-strike?”—Arundhati Roy
With my garden (still) yielding more peppers than an average household can consume and some inspiration spawned by a recent challenge to watch every Little House on the Prairie episode (On Season 1 : Episode 20), I decided it was time to seek guidance in the ways of old.
After much deliberation and begging my survivalist Sensei agreed to accept me as her student.
Lesson 1: The art of Canning!
This is me in preserving-action!
It was not as difficult as I had imagined but it was much hotter and more scientific. (PH is key.)
My favorite part was waiting & listening for the popping lids indicating a proper seal.
and although I took a vow of secrecy regarding her methods I can tell you that this is the book to end all books about canning:
Welcome! As with all introductions I find it fitting that my first post introduce the 5’ 1” occupied space that is me.
I am on the brink of entering my 26th year, which makes me a Leo of sorts. Although a more realistic version of the Lion I am is best represented in this book:
My hair usually looks like that. Although my eyes do not. I hope.
I went to Ohio University then moved to Cleveland. There I was very happy and learned many things:
1. Snow shoveling is painful.
2. What in the heck Costco is.
3. Lake Erie, if you squint and ignore the smell, can pass for an ocean.
4. Seagulls are not friends.
6. Many, many strange people go to the library.
7. The term ‘Tree Lawn’ does, in fact, exist.
Also, while there I met my favourite lady:
Her name is Sofie and I miss her horribly. Here she is bathing her silky coat in the warm morning sun. She enjoys Canine Carry-outs, naps, hiding random things under my bed (aka her nest), her blanket, chewing on sticks, rolling in all of our neighbors finely cut grass and frolicking, leash-less, around open fields. Her killing record is as follows:
4 baby bunnies, almost 2 squirrels, a baby bluejay, and her Mother, Stefi’s, hand numerous times (only when she has something she is not supposed to have).
Anyway, I was in Cleveland for a year and moved back to my hometown in Southeastern Ohio to serve a year as an AmeriCorps VISTA.
And here I am.
I prefer open windows to air conditioners.
I own 2 North Face items (which I will deny if asked).
I really, really dig Graphic Novels.
I say ‘dig’.
Burt’s Bees After Sun Soother loves my life.
My most prized drink is a gin and tonic (although I hear Pim’s Cups might change that).
My most looked forward to beer is a Great Lakes Christmas Ale with Joy.
I very much enjoy Van Morrison, Niki Minaj, Lisa Loeb and Bluegrass, Bluegrass, Bluegrass.
In the summertime I am at the community garden, (still) trying to learn how to swim in rivers and sitting on porches or fire escapes.
In the wintertime I am watching movies, building igloos, trying to make scarf’s look passable on me and drinking strong coffee.
I have a mate who, when I stop and think for a moment, is exactly what I have been looking forward to.
I tend to overuse both commas, exclamation points and the phrase ‘Best Day Ever’ at least everyday.
My favourite soap is anything that smells like ‘Irish’ or ‘Spring’ in the slightest.
An insight into my sense (or lack of) humor:
While trying to equate the amount of food the food bank distributes in one year to how many elephants that would be I became sidetracked….And with that I leave you with the best discovery of my little day:
"African as well as Asiatic males will engage in same-sex bonding and mounting. The encounters are analogous to heterosexual bouts, one male often extending his trunk along the other’s back and pushing forward with his tusks to signify his intention to mount. Unlike heterosexual relations, which are always of a fleeting nature, those between males result in a "companionship", consisting of an older individual and one or two younger, attendant males. Same-sex relations are common and frequent in both sexes, with Asiatic elephants in captivity devoting roughly 46% of sexual encounters to same-sex activity."