I was woken up in the middle of the night by Kelsey saying, over and over again: A mouse in the toilet! I don't know what to do!
I walked over to her and sure enough, there was a mouse splashing in the toilet. I flushed it a couple times: problem solved. I quietly went back to bed and fell asleep.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Volcano
We woke up around nine that morning: I was very hungry. After discussing various options we settled on siri Thai. We slowly made our way to the restaurant wile Emily pointed out various spots of interest.
Siri Thai is a small place in a commercial strip. All the buildings have red brick on the outside. We order green curry, pad Thai and tilapia with mushrooms along with coconut soup and egg rolls for the sides. While we wait for the food to be prepared Emily takes me for a brief tour. She shows me the restaurant where she used to work at, the quiet spot that she would retreat to when she needed alone time and the lofts that she longed to see the inside of. We went back to siri Thai and we ordered two tea smoothies. The mango was very good. Why did the taro smoothie taste like frankenberries? I almost forgot to mention the lawyer that made it his job to police the parking lot, looking for people that were parking there to go to the football game. We watched as accosted a group that was obviously there for the game. They all went into siri Thai while under the steely gaze of the lawyer.
We took our food back to Emily's place. While we ate we took pictures of each other. I talked to her mom for a bit about work, living outside the city and briefly of politics. She seems quiet, yet talkative and thoughtful. I tried to make a good impression while still being myself.
We retreated into the cave and lounged about, talking about anything we could come up with. Later that evening one of her friends came over to try to cajole Emily into going out to a bar to hang out. We ended up getting some tacos, a sope, and a torta for the three of us. Before entering the house, we found our way barred by a gigantic cockroach on one of the steps. Emily, in a fit of fear or perhaps even rage, kicked it away. Unfortunately this also meant that she kicked it towards me. Why is there a totem pole on top of the fire place? Turns out that it belongs to Doug.
Doug is the kind of man that drinks a twelve pack, smokes weed, eats some chicken, vomits, then blames the chicken. Of course it was the chicken Doug. Of course it was. He also eats questionable meat an alarming shade of gray and enjoys Hawaiian music.
After Emily's friend left, we ventured out to get some wine. We settled on a Sangiovese. We took our wine and drove around, with Emily pointing out places from her past. It was a fantastic night: perfect for having our windows down. We stopped at a school and walked, hand in hand, through the gate to the playground. Once inside, we swung on the swings, which felt amazing. It was as though all my worries melted away as I felt the air rushing past me and I was suddenly filled with a strange calmness. We walked back to the car slowly and Emily told me she would like to go to a fair together. How I wished I had more time.
Back at her place, we enjoyed our wine while we watched a show about awful people on a reality show about poly people living in "pods". At one point we watched some of our favorite clips from the movie, 'The Producers'. I don't think there is anything that Gene Wilder is in that I don't like. My favorite line is near the beginning, when Gene is losing it and he yells: I'm wet...and I'm hysterical! Later on in the night we listened to a snap judgment show about a spelunker named Michelle, who spent several months alone in a cave and subsequently discovered that we all have internal clocks. Michelle is a French man who was inspired to keep experimenting and trying seemingly impossible feats in caves due to his admiration of Jacques Cousteau, whom he once heard say that "The impossible missions are the only ones which succeed." I wonder if I am on an impossible mission. But if I am, that makes it worth the more were I to succeed no? I believe so. I drift off to sleep.
No dreams tonight.
Siri Thai is a small place in a commercial strip. All the buildings have red brick on the outside. We order green curry, pad Thai and tilapia with mushrooms along with coconut soup and egg rolls for the sides. While we wait for the food to be prepared Emily takes me for a brief tour. She shows me the restaurant where she used to work at, the quiet spot that she would retreat to when she needed alone time and the lofts that she longed to see the inside of. We went back to siri Thai and we ordered two tea smoothies. The mango was very good. Why did the taro smoothie taste like frankenberries? I almost forgot to mention the lawyer that made it his job to police the parking lot, looking for people that were parking there to go to the football game. We watched as accosted a group that was obviously there for the game. They all went into siri Thai while under the steely gaze of the lawyer.
We took our food back to Emily's place. While we ate we took pictures of each other. I talked to her mom for a bit about work, living outside the city and briefly of politics. She seems quiet, yet talkative and thoughtful. I tried to make a good impression while still being myself.
We retreated into the cave and lounged about, talking about anything we could come up with. Later that evening one of her friends came over to try to cajole Emily into going out to a bar to hang out. We ended up getting some tacos, a sope, and a torta for the three of us. Before entering the house, we found our way barred by a gigantic cockroach on one of the steps. Emily, in a fit of fear or perhaps even rage, kicked it away. Unfortunately this also meant that she kicked it towards me. Why is there a totem pole on top of the fire place? Turns out that it belongs to Doug.
Doug is the kind of man that drinks a twelve pack, smokes weed, eats some chicken, vomits, then blames the chicken. Of course it was the chicken Doug. Of course it was. He also eats questionable meat an alarming shade of gray and enjoys Hawaiian music.
After Emily's friend left, we ventured out to get some wine. We settled on a Sangiovese. We took our wine and drove around, with Emily pointing out places from her past. It was a fantastic night: perfect for having our windows down. We stopped at a school and walked, hand in hand, through the gate to the playground. Once inside, we swung on the swings, which felt amazing. It was as though all my worries melted away as I felt the air rushing past me and I was suddenly filled with a strange calmness. We walked back to the car slowly and Emily told me she would like to go to a fair together. How I wished I had more time.
Back at her place, we enjoyed our wine while we watched a show about awful people on a reality show about poly people living in "pods". At one point we watched some of our favorite clips from the movie, 'The Producers'. I don't think there is anything that Gene Wilder is in that I don't like. My favorite line is near the beginning, when Gene is losing it and he yells: I'm wet...and I'm hysterical! Later on in the night we listened to a snap judgment show about a spelunker named Michelle, who spent several months alone in a cave and subsequently discovered that we all have internal clocks. Michelle is a French man who was inspired to keep experimenting and trying seemingly impossible feats in caves due to his admiration of Jacques Cousteau, whom he once heard say that "The impossible missions are the only ones which succeed." I wonder if I am on an impossible mission. But if I am, that makes it worth the more were I to succeed no? I believe so. I drift off to sleep.
No dreams tonight.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Fly away
Friday, 21st
I skipped out on my workout today since I was going to be dropped off at work. Work was, for a change, fairly light. I was very excited and slightly nervous about flying today which made me feel hungrier than usual. I ended up eating seven protein bars and five containers of greek yogurt. Kelsey picked me up on time (4pm) so we could head off to the airport.
I got to my plane right on time and boarded. Next to me was a boring looking guy wearing khakis and in the aisle seat was a beefy looking guy wearing head phones. I settled in and started to read a book on my kindle. After we took off, I noticed that mr. khakis had his laptop open and he spent a good five minutes staring at a picture of a penguin. All of a sudden he switched to a picture of a flower then quickly went back to the penguin. After several more minutes of this I looked over again and noticed he was looking at a video of a penguin feeding baby penguins. Odd.
The beefy looking guy next to him reached down into a backpack by his feet and pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds. He then proceeded to shovel a large handful of them into his maw. I saw one slide out of his mouth, which he pushed back in with a finger. He kept spitting the shells into a small plastic cup that he stowed in the pouch of the seat in front of him. I almost forgot to mention one other thing about mr. khakis. It is this: he ordered two cups and a sprite. Once in his possession, he kept pouring the sprite from one cup into another separating the ice from the soda. Finally he drank the sprite and threw away the cup with the ice.
In front of us there were three women that were drinking cocktails. One of them spilled her drink on her pants and got up to talk to one if the employees by the cockpit. When she came back, she announced that she had acquired a free beer and the other two women brayed with laughter. Then the one that spilled her drink got out a new pair of pants from her suitcase. When she tried to put her suitcase back in the overhead compartment, she dropped it and it fell on the head of one of the passengers.
Finally we arrived in Atlanta and I hurried off the plane as quickly as possible. The computers at the car rental desk went down, which delayed me a half hour, then the hertz people lost the keys to my rental car which slowed me down further. Finally they gave me the keys to a different cad and I was on my way to Athens.
I was extremely glad to make it to Emily's house that night, even though by then it was half past midnight. I met her outside her house. She wasn't as short as I had imagined her to be. I held her close to me, trying to slow down time now that I was there. We shared a meal and then sat outside in her backyard and talked. At one point she pointed out the small dipper to me. Or maybe it was the large dipper, i'm not sure. We drank sweet red wine and made idle chatter. It didn't matter what we talked about, I was glad to simply be there next to her with her leg resting on my thigh.
Eventually we went inside and talked some more. We went to sleep around four in the morning. I had no dreams that night.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Bizarro World
Last night I had another difficult to interpret dream.
I was visiting Hades in his realm where he was showing me some kind of contraption he had devised to trap foolish people by granting wishes. Then all of a sudden I noticed that a tear in the fabric of space appeared before us and we both decided to investigate. So we pass through it into another world where it is night-time. We were standing on a gently sloping, grassy hill overlooking the ocean. Up above us the sky was clear and filled with stars.
After walking down the hill towards the water, we noticed that there was a stone path running along the edge of the ocean. All of a sudden, a boytaur appeared. A boytaur is like a centaur, if somebody had done a rather poor job of photoshopping a guy's torso onto a picture of a horse. I didn't know what a boytaur was until my dear Emily sent me an email, with sample pictures, of boytaurs.
This dream was apparently, in part at least, inspired by that horrifying email.
Thank you Emily.
I was visiting Hades in his realm where he was showing me some kind of contraption he had devised to trap foolish people by granting wishes. Then all of a sudden I noticed that a tear in the fabric of space appeared before us and we both decided to investigate. So we pass through it into another world where it is night-time. We were standing on a gently sloping, grassy hill overlooking the ocean. Up above us the sky was clear and filled with stars.
After walking down the hill towards the water, we noticed that there was a stone path running along the edge of the ocean. All of a sudden, a boytaur appeared. A boytaur is like a centaur, if somebody had done a rather poor job of photoshopping a guy's torso onto a picture of a horse. I didn't know what a boytaur was until my dear Emily sent me an email, with sample pictures, of boytaurs.
This dream was apparently, in part at least, inspired by that horrifying email.
Thank you Emily.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Dream
I had a dream about a haunted camp last night. I was staying at my cabin when suddenly a goul of a woman came out of the main camp building wailing something awful. She took several steps then collapsed on the ground. With her final breath she muttered "....haunted......underground". Soon after a camp counselor came out and told everyone:
Counselor: The main building is haunted...OoOoOoooo!
Me: There are ghosts?!
Counselor: Noooo, it's the foundation....it's structurally unsound because it is haunted!
Me: What about the cabins? Are they haunted as well?
Counselor: Noooo, just the main building! Oooo!
Me: Oh no! I better check it out.
So I manage to get under the foundation somehow to inspect it and sure enough there were cracks everywhere. For some reason there was an old x386 computer down there that I manged to salvage for parts.
I'm not sure how I could interpret this dream to make it make sense but there it is.
Counselor: The main building is haunted...OoOoOoooo!
Me: There are ghosts?!
Counselor: Noooo, it's the foundation....it's structurally unsound because it is haunted!
Me: What about the cabins? Are they haunted as well?
Counselor: Noooo, just the main building! Oooo!
Me: Oh no! I better check it out.
So I manage to get under the foundation somehow to inspect it and sure enough there were cracks everywhere. For some reason there was an old x386 computer down there that I manged to salvage for parts.
I'm not sure how I could interpret this dream to make it make sense but there it is.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
How to be human
I am reading a new book and I was struck by this passage in it:
There is a new way to be human. There has to be, because our lives are at stake. In the old way of being human, the global economy, global conflicts, and the seismic shifts of social media and technology result in uncertainty, anxiety, and apprehension about the unknown. The old way accepts the cynicism of the world with a resigned, bystander-victim mentality about life. The old way of being is built on compromises, resulting in choices that compartmentalize your life and keep you from being authentically you. In the old way, spirituality soothes your yearnings but keeps you sedated on a stunted journey that ignores much of what life has to offer. Your life is deeply affected by the old way. And yet, you have a choice. What if you quit accepting life as it is, and stop settling for so little? What if the world really can change? And what if that change begins with you?
For a while now I have been very cynical when it comes to humanity as a whole. I have allowed my circumstances, past and present, to shape how I see others and how I interact with them. I have always thought that real change can only happen if we as individuals make the explicit effort day after day to establish a new way of living in our immediate vicinity. Maybe it's time I actually practiced it.
On a totally unrelated note, I saw this new product, courtesy of the The Onion:
http://www.theonion.com/articles/new-roomba-blender-makes-smoothie-out-of-everythin,29539/
There is a new way to be human. There has to be, because our lives are at stake. In the old way of being human, the global economy, global conflicts, and the seismic shifts of social media and technology result in uncertainty, anxiety, and apprehension about the unknown. The old way accepts the cynicism of the world with a resigned, bystander-victim mentality about life. The old way of being is built on compromises, resulting in choices that compartmentalize your life and keep you from being authentically you. In the old way, spirituality soothes your yearnings but keeps you sedated on a stunted journey that ignores much of what life has to offer. Your life is deeply affected by the old way. And yet, you have a choice. What if you quit accepting life as it is, and stop settling for so little? What if the world really can change? And what if that change begins with you?
For a while now I have been very cynical when it comes to humanity as a whole. I have allowed my circumstances, past and present, to shape how I see others and how I interact with them. I have always thought that real change can only happen if we as individuals make the explicit effort day after day to establish a new way of living in our immediate vicinity. Maybe it's time I actually practiced it.
On a totally unrelated note, I saw this new product, courtesy of the The Onion:
http://www.theonion.com/articles/new-roomba-blender-makes-smoothie-out-of-everythin,29539/
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Egg madness
Yesterday, for some reason, Ezekiel and Malachi decided that it would be great fun to throw eggs onto the kitchen floor in an attempt to help them "hatch". Eight eggs later, the entire kitchen floor was covered in a layer of disgusting yolk. So there I was, up until 11pm scrubbing the floors with soap, trying to get the mess cleaned up. Because I have such a problem with germs related to food stuffs, I ended up bleaching the floor as well. Now this would have been bad enough, but today Ezekiel ran into the kitchen and decided to throw another egg, just to keep us on our toes. Then later on in the day, after playing nicely outside and not two minutes after walking into the house, he decides to throw two more eggs. Fine. Well, Ezekiel of course gets in trouble each time he does this so of course he learns his lesson. On the way home I receive a phone call: Ezekiel handed Malachi some eggs for HIM to throw. Apparently he thought it would be perfectly fine to throw the eggs via proxy through his little brother. WRONG!
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