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This is 5Ls computer and it says things in spanish. It says perty much everything in spanish except for some random programs.
The computer I am typing at belongs to my housemate. She is a spanish major so she likes to keep things interesting and make everything in spanish except for those few programs that don't do spanish. However all things google are in spanish and therefor blogger is too.
Speaking of 5L she is NOT the pleasant mother pheasant plucker. She is not the pleasant mother pheasant pluckers son. And she will Not pluck the pleasant mother pheasants until the pleasant mother pheasant pluckings done.
5L does not actually belong to any tongue twisters though we say them a lot.
Speaking of pheasants there is a rodent living in our floor. To read about the aforementioned Sancho Panza you should follows the pleasant mother pheasants down the rabbit hole. There is even a picture of some astronaught con headlamp and cobwebs.
We were speaking of pheasants but pheasants have nothing to do with rodents. Pheasants are birds. 5L may be confused with a rodent from a popular childrens movie. That is ok. On an unrelated note we have some type of rodent living in our floor. His name is Sancho Panza. The other night we made a voyage into the depths of the basement to try to located him. We located him but still could not make visual contact so we dont know what type of rodent it is. Pictures were taken and 5L has a more extensive version of this story in her live journal which happens be to located under not the plesant mother phesant. This includes a picture.
Don't leave canned peas on the front porch
There are 2 half cans of dehydrate/rehydrated canned peas on our fronts porch. They have been there for several days. My fault.
-Jn
-Jn
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Monday, October 31, 2005
The grand shampoo escape
Today (actually more like yesterday morning) marks the midway point in The Great Experiment for me. It goes something like this. Eons ago I heard that if you didnt wash your hair for some extended period of time like 3 months that it would return to its natural happy hair sorta state of mind. Three months seems like a heck of a long time but the idea bounces and rolls around in my head pretty frequently. Me and Kl talked about it at length at least once. It makes yah wonder what they did in the days before shampoo right? I mean kids usta wash their hair with mayonaise or eggs or all kinds of wierd stuff.
I don't know why it came up again in earnest but it did. (Around the time I was debating the blue hair, which I still am but its on hold for this experiment) It probably had something to do with the fact that 2 in our house shower at random intervals, shave less frequently and at least one rarely wears deoderant. Basically we are greaseballs with what would appear to be crunchy hippy tendencies except thats not the ultimate goal. Lazy is a better lable, or maybe cheap but we do not in fact resemble nasty gross middle schoolers. We still look like normal, well adjusted types. And we have conversations in our house about this all the time about how we dont actually NEED these things even though the talking box and popular culture seem to think so.
So I did a google search. I found just about nothing related to anything I wanted to search for which made me urninated. (Apparently about no one does this or at least no one is willing to admit to it) So I kept searching. I have no clue how or where I found them but there are 2 sites and maybe only 2 sites in the whole wide googleable world. One is some living ethically do I buy locally grown produce to support local small business farmers or organic imported fair trade to support less pesticides and fair treatment of other cultures type of news letter and the other is some random guys web site that mentions a daytime tv talk show with a similar experiment coming up during a bar conversation. Both come back with the same ideas 1) if you don't wash your hair eventually it will go back to the way it usta was after an initial grease period 2) upon completion you will swear you never want to use shampoo again and 3) the grease period lasts about 6 weeks.
So you have me the conscious scientist/ impulsive college student pondering this. I say to myself- self I say, neither of these is a very reliable source and they should not be trusted. Yes, I reply , but no one and I mean no one is doing it that means that you should do it. I mean think about it- you could free yourself from the social constructs of shampoo, you would be one step closer to living off the land, you would be dumping fewer chemicals into the world every day, you would be saving money and time... is any of this appealing to you? Clearly not enough...Um...you could supply the missing information in some logical and scientific manner and be famous in your own mind. Do it in the name of truth, of exploring, of finding new things. Well, I suppose so. And 6 weeks isnt that terribly long especially when I already have a 3 day head start from you deciding to sleep in and not to shower.
And so the experiment comenced on Sunday the 9th of October in the year of our Lord 2005, for dubious and sundry reasons. As far as quasi-scientific information goes my hair got progressivly greasier for about a week and a half and is holding pretty steady at it's current level. All signs point to a success with the experiment reaching completion the weekend before Thanksgiving. I have already decided to hold out for at least 8 weeks just incase 6 doesnt do it. My fellow partner in crime in the house is about a week and a half behind me and is reporting the same conditions.
Based on unscientific polls and random surveys most people are facinated (albeit slightly sketched out) with our experiment and are eagerly awaiting our results. A few are very disturbed by us and no one is particularly surprised. We are of the opinion that this generally means that even if our attempt is successful, people will be glad to know it can be done but would never actually try it.
If anything happens worth noting I will be sure to inform you. Otherwise I will write a lengthy scientific diatribe with statistics and graphs included when we come to the end.
So there you have it, whether you wanted it or not- Jn
I don't know why it came up again in earnest but it did. (Around the time I was debating the blue hair, which I still am but its on hold for this experiment) It probably had something to do with the fact that 2 in our house shower at random intervals, shave less frequently and at least one rarely wears deoderant. Basically we are greaseballs with what would appear to be crunchy hippy tendencies except thats not the ultimate goal. Lazy is a better lable, or maybe cheap but we do not in fact resemble nasty gross middle schoolers. We still look like normal, well adjusted types. And we have conversations in our house about this all the time about how we dont actually NEED these things even though the talking box and popular culture seem to think so.
So I did a google search. I found just about nothing related to anything I wanted to search for which made me urninated. (Apparently about no one does this or at least no one is willing to admit to it) So I kept searching. I have no clue how or where I found them but there are 2 sites and maybe only 2 sites in the whole wide googleable world. One is some living ethically do I buy locally grown produce to support local small business farmers or organic imported fair trade to support less pesticides and fair treatment of other cultures type of news letter and the other is some random guys web site that mentions a daytime tv talk show with a similar experiment coming up during a bar conversation. Both come back with the same ideas 1) if you don't wash your hair eventually it will go back to the way it usta was after an initial grease period 2) upon completion you will swear you never want to use shampoo again and 3) the grease period lasts about 6 weeks.
So you have me the conscious scientist/ impulsive college student pondering this. I say to myself- self I say, neither of these is a very reliable source and they should not be trusted. Yes, I reply , but no one and I mean no one is doing it that means that you should do it. I mean think about it- you could free yourself from the social constructs of shampoo, you would be one step closer to living off the land, you would be dumping fewer chemicals into the world every day, you would be saving money and time... is any of this appealing to you? Clearly not enough...Um...you could supply the missing information in some logical and scientific manner and be famous in your own mind. Do it in the name of truth, of exploring, of finding new things. Well, I suppose so. And 6 weeks isnt that terribly long especially when I already have a 3 day head start from you deciding to sleep in and not to shower.
And so the experiment comenced on Sunday the 9th of October in the year of our Lord 2005, for dubious and sundry reasons. As far as quasi-scientific information goes my hair got progressivly greasier for about a week and a half and is holding pretty steady at it's current level. All signs point to a success with the experiment reaching completion the weekend before Thanksgiving. I have already decided to hold out for at least 8 weeks just incase 6 doesnt do it. My fellow partner in crime in the house is about a week and a half behind me and is reporting the same conditions.
Based on unscientific polls and random surveys most people are facinated (albeit slightly sketched out) with our experiment and are eagerly awaiting our results. A few are very disturbed by us and no one is particularly surprised. We are of the opinion that this generally means that even if our attempt is successful, people will be glad to know it can be done but would never actually try it.
If anything happens worth noting I will be sure to inform you. Otherwise I will write a lengthy scientific diatribe with statistics and graphs included when we come to the end.
So there you have it, whether you wanted it or not- Jn
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Today it snows
A Little Change (Ipswich House, 10/29/05)
I have 36 cents in my pocket
Some lint and a bus ticket stub
It doesn't look to get any warmer
So tonight I will play 21
I'll slide in close beside you
You look more harmless than the rest
Say, 'I haven't seen much cause I'm new to this town,
But what I've seen you must be the best.'
The first drink you buy me will chase off the chill
With the second I'll be feeling alright
When you buy me a third or maybe a fourth
I'll know I have a home for the night
Maybe I'll stay for a few days
Or you'll decide to keep me around
You'll save me from theives
And a world that ain't free
And keep me on the bright side of town
But you can't catch a falling star
They burn to hot, to bright, to fast
And while you might like the decoration
Pretty flowers never last
I'll break your heart when I need to
Leave you a note when I hit the road
With all the food I can pocket
In your old winter coat
I hope my memory doesn't haunt you
I'll try not to leave it behind
I'm just a vagabond
A wayward soul moving on
From a place that has slipped my mind.
-Jn
I have 36 cents in my pocket
Some lint and a bus ticket stub
It doesn't look to get any warmer
So tonight I will play 21
I'll slide in close beside you
You look more harmless than the rest
Say, 'I haven't seen much cause I'm new to this town,
But what I've seen you must be the best.'
The first drink you buy me will chase off the chill
With the second I'll be feeling alright
When you buy me a third or maybe a fourth
I'll know I have a home for the night
Maybe I'll stay for a few days
Or you'll decide to keep me around
You'll save me from theives
And a world that ain't free
And keep me on the bright side of town
But you can't catch a falling star
They burn to hot, to bright, to fast
And while you might like the decoration
Pretty flowers never last
I'll break your heart when I need to
Leave you a note when I hit the road
With all the food I can pocket
In your old winter coat
I hope my memory doesn't haunt you
I'll try not to leave it behind
I'm just a vagabond
A wayward soul moving on
From a place that has slipped my mind.
-Jn
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
How much wood
would peter piper pick if sally sold sea shells in a rubber baby buggy near unique New York?
This one time I lived in Ipswich. This would not be that time. I live in the Penthouse right now and sleep about as much there as in my sleeping bag in Ispinach. About the only reason to go home for me right now is to change clothes and repack my portable pantry. Oh yeah and to add to my stack of undone dishes. All I really have to say about it is Anh.
The past 2 days when I woke up it was still dark. Now I understand when I wake up at 330 am for work it should be dark. Not an issue. It should not still be dark at 630. The sun should come up at 6ish and set at 6ish regularly. Then the day sorta makes sense. Get up and get ready, eat breakfast, walk some transects come back and eat lunch, walk another transect take a shower and compile your data, eat dinner and go out for a few hours. You can be back under your misquito net by 10 or 11 and get plenty enough sleep to start the cycle over again the next day. Alarm clocks are no good, Electric lights are only sometimes good, 8 hour work days are not bad as long as they are balanced with some ratio of about 8 hours sleeping and 8 hours hang out/live life time.
It has been raining. I have been writing. These are not necessarily related. When I get some time to unwind at home that does not get delegated to housemates and laundry I will polish something and post it since I know thats why you keep coming back anyways. This week doesn't look good. Nor do the next 3. Ha!
I have been told the answer to all unknown math questions is 5 and all unknown geography questions is France. This is not either type of question so the answer still eludes me.
-Jn
This one time I lived in Ipswich. This would not be that time. I live in the Penthouse right now and sleep about as much there as in my sleeping bag in Ispinach. About the only reason to go home for me right now is to change clothes and repack my portable pantry. Oh yeah and to add to my stack of undone dishes. All I really have to say about it is Anh.
The past 2 days when I woke up it was still dark. Now I understand when I wake up at 330 am for work it should be dark. Not an issue. It should not still be dark at 630. The sun should come up at 6ish and set at 6ish regularly. Then the day sorta makes sense. Get up and get ready, eat breakfast, walk some transects come back and eat lunch, walk another transect take a shower and compile your data, eat dinner and go out for a few hours. You can be back under your misquito net by 10 or 11 and get plenty enough sleep to start the cycle over again the next day. Alarm clocks are no good, Electric lights are only sometimes good, 8 hour work days are not bad as long as they are balanced with some ratio of about 8 hours sleeping and 8 hours hang out/live life time.
It has been raining. I have been writing. These are not necessarily related. When I get some time to unwind at home that does not get delegated to housemates and laundry I will polish something and post it since I know thats why you keep coming back anyways. This week doesn't look good. Nor do the next 3. Ha!
I have been told the answer to all unknown math questions is 5 and all unknown geography questions is France. This is not either type of question so the answer still eludes me.
-Jn
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
The monster ate my homework
Sometimes, when I go to type a post and the verification code is really long, I hit refresh so so I get a shorter one.
It is a rainy grey day here in sunny New England. It has been raining for the past 3 weeks. Exept on Sunday when I came in to work there was a bit of sun. I was confused. It was really so strange. So we are in a state or perpetual morning because the morning crisp and greyness never quite goes away. I was a fan week one and maybe even week 2 because i like the rain and grey and whatnot but it is cold in our house and our heat wont get turned on until later this month so I am pretty tired of the rain. Not so much for the rain itself but the fact that i can never get warm and dry.
I carry a plastic grocery bag with me pretty much all of the time with a little mini pantry full of snacky foods. I used to pack a respectable lunch with a sandwich and all that good stuff except it just didnt work for me. I start eating around 1030 with a little snack and end up grazing on various bits and peices all day. I am never hungry enough to eat a sandwich in one sitting when I have time. In fact I never really get hungry even if I dont eat anything for like days- I just get sick and kinda passoutish. Anyways I just start eating in class to give me somethign to do and so I can stay awake- I am less fidgety. I tell you all that to tell you this. I am sitting here in the Chair of Power (COP) grazing on some dry cereal that I procured from my personal portable pantry. It's called Mighty Bites and it is people shaped. And all i keep thinking is geeze its like dog food or something. Yah know like those dog biscuits that are mailman shaped or whatever, Except this is people food and I am eating people. What does that say. What kind of message are we sending to these wee crunchy granola kids whose crunchy granola parents feed then this cereal (It's Kashi cereal). And I mean its such good cereal too. I wouldnt have a problem feeding it to my kids only well it is people shaped. Couldnt it be like tree shaped or stars or something if it cant just be plain old O's. I mean it is kinda fun setting up a little town and then going all Godzilla on it and I am an avocate of playing with your food but do you really want little timmy telling his teacher he eats people for breakfast. You are just asking for trouble. My vote is still out- by that I mean I will still by the cereal but I might not let my kids have it...since I have a horde of kids just begging for cereal...or someting.
Speaking of swamp monsters. Me and 5l were watching football on the talking box and started talking about serial killers and stupid movies and we decided we should make one for the Gordon Globes. We even came up witha decent like plot and everything. The big problem is that the movie can only be 3.5 minutes long. That is not nearly long enough to develop the character of the salt marsh monster. So we are reworking the plot and getting a new ending. We also need a video camera and an editor and a pitchfork. But we are hopeful. This stupid thing has been on m mind for the past 3 days. I cant eat or sleep or do homeowrk. Nothing. Just thinking aout the monster. Any time anything moves out of the corner of my eye it must be the monster. When egg dishes end up in the dishwasher and get the eggs all baked on if was the monster. When I wash the floors and leave footprints everywhere it was the monster. When water comes up through the basement floor you better believe the monster did it. So if we can't have the monster I dont know what I am going to to. I might decompose. I might become the monster and that would just be no good really at all.
I am going to go grade papers for an hour.
Slightly more different than a swamp monster and out
Jn
It is a rainy grey day here in sunny New England. It has been raining for the past 3 weeks. Exept on Sunday when I came in to work there was a bit of sun. I was confused. It was really so strange. So we are in a state or perpetual morning because the morning crisp and greyness never quite goes away. I was a fan week one and maybe even week 2 because i like the rain and grey and whatnot but it is cold in our house and our heat wont get turned on until later this month so I am pretty tired of the rain. Not so much for the rain itself but the fact that i can never get warm and dry.
I carry a plastic grocery bag with me pretty much all of the time with a little mini pantry full of snacky foods. I used to pack a respectable lunch with a sandwich and all that good stuff except it just didnt work for me. I start eating around 1030 with a little snack and end up grazing on various bits and peices all day. I am never hungry enough to eat a sandwich in one sitting when I have time. In fact I never really get hungry even if I dont eat anything for like days- I just get sick and kinda passoutish. Anyways I just start eating in class to give me somethign to do and so I can stay awake- I am less fidgety. I tell you all that to tell you this. I am sitting here in the Chair of Power (COP) grazing on some dry cereal that I procured from my personal portable pantry. It's called Mighty Bites and it is people shaped. And all i keep thinking is geeze its like dog food or something. Yah know like those dog biscuits that are mailman shaped or whatever, Except this is people food and I am eating people. What does that say. What kind of message are we sending to these wee crunchy granola kids whose crunchy granola parents feed then this cereal (It's Kashi cereal). And I mean its such good cereal too. I wouldnt have a problem feeding it to my kids only well it is people shaped. Couldnt it be like tree shaped or stars or something if it cant just be plain old O's. I mean it is kinda fun setting up a little town and then going all Godzilla on it and I am an avocate of playing with your food but do you really want little timmy telling his teacher he eats people for breakfast. You are just asking for trouble. My vote is still out- by that I mean I will still by the cereal but I might not let my kids have it...since I have a horde of kids just begging for cereal...or someting.
Speaking of swamp monsters. Me and 5l were watching football on the talking box and started talking about serial killers and stupid movies and we decided we should make one for the Gordon Globes. We even came up witha decent like plot and everything. The big problem is that the movie can only be 3.5 minutes long. That is not nearly long enough to develop the character of the salt marsh monster. So we are reworking the plot and getting a new ending. We also need a video camera and an editor and a pitchfork. But we are hopeful. This stupid thing has been on m mind for the past 3 days. I cant eat or sleep or do homeowrk. Nothing. Just thinking aout the monster. Any time anything moves out of the corner of my eye it must be the monster. When egg dishes end up in the dishwasher and get the eggs all baked on if was the monster. When I wash the floors and leave footprints everywhere it was the monster. When water comes up through the basement floor you better believe the monster did it. So if we can't have the monster I dont know what I am going to to. I might decompose. I might become the monster and that would just be no good really at all.
I am going to go grade papers for an hour.
Slightly more different than a swamp monster and out
Jn
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
two unlinked thoughts
...which happen to be like unlinked protiens in that they are both unlinked but that is really all...
I haven't posted in a while. Not exactly because there weren't things to talk about in the moment. Just that I never had time in the moment and out of the moment if there was time there wasnt a computer or maybe there weren't words. So tonight I am supposed to be writing a diatribe on a book that I strongly dislike and I am 'talking' here instead.
The good Dr. B. has been talking to me lately about writing opinions for the Tartan (school paper) a prospect that bohers me of oh so many reasons. Apparently I have a lot of opinions and apparently I like to share them, maybe a little too much (indicated by my talking priviledges being revoked). So her goal is to get me out of talking and into doing something productive. But the Tartan scares me because everyone reads it and everyone is always hyper-critical of everything that was written and everyone that wrote. It bothers me less that people will attack my opinions because that rarely happens. What is more likely is that they will attack me and while I do not mind and can hold my own in personal coversations I don't think I fair well nor do I desire to argue about my virtues or the apparent lack in print. So she is trying and I am skirting the issue. Maybe the Wittenburg Window because people rarely use it this early in the year and perchance it will be ignored by the masses and only read by the people who care enough to pay attention. It feels slightly safer. The other aspect that is being worked on is what is my actual point. I can't just wildly disagree with everything I need to have good reasons and stand up for them or alternately choose to agree very much with whatever redeeming qualities are there and try to flesh them out. That is not a normal mindset. Thursday Shuff sorta threw a little light in my direction. He called me a rebel without a cause and said I am just walking around looking for causes to fight for. He isnt really wrong I guess. Just give me something that bothers me even a little and I can make it bigger or catch me on a particular style of day and we can battle. I am just pugnacious. More so lately than I remember formerly. Maybe its cause I feel more sure of myself or care less about looking like a fool or maybe I am just more jaded and easier to bother (though I very rarely every wore rose colored glasses) Maybe its just that I have more energy at my disposal to do the fight picking or that I just needed a break coming out of highschool. But the problem still stands that I can't just be annoyed by everything. I need to work on direction. And maybe writing for some kind of public forum. Maybe.
In other news apparently our house has started a new sort of ministry. We house alcohol for campus types who cannot house it themselves and then have them over for a little stress relief on weekends. I don't know exactly how that one works theologically but I dont exactly mind. Peoples just need a place to get away from what ails them sometimes and for most people of my genre it has something to do with the campus (either THE MAN, classes, a boyfriend or a crappy TA job) so you give them a little corner of the house. Honestly what else does one have a house for if not to share it with other people. In reality what is the point of being a person if its not for other people. I don't mean being used or anything. My current ideas along these lines is that if you surround yourself with enough Good People and pretend you aren't real proud you will end up getting filled up with goodness so you never run out. Thats the idea anyways and I have collected enough good people that it seems to be working. Its nice to have people to give to also because then you dont start to feel stale and crustly. So I have a good job that I like very much which lets me buy food and gas and helps me pay for rent type things and I have a lot of opinions and an open sort of mind when I want to and I like to hear/see/taste people think which means I like to listen. I have a lot to give if people want it and I want to give, but then again I am no gonna force it on anyone. That makes everyone kinda bristly and unpleasant. So send me your wayward and wandering souls, those seeking peace or dinner or bed. I can't promise reform or perfect quiet, but the food should be eatable and the bed nice and warm and I can promise that I will do my best.
In other news I went to the fair, I got really sick, I got better in a step sorta way, 4 helped me change my oil, I went to a Philipians dinner at Dextah compliments of Kt, my computer found itself a virus and is currently residing at the campus computer hospital, the current band of 'us' took shuffles out for his 21 (yay everyone finally being a proper age) I manned the bio room of the science fair (in which my igg's were a highlight) all by myself because the entire departement is a bunch of lazy ass losers (there we go with opinions again. Some people had good excuses. But most people had none other than maybe- I thought someone else would do it. Some people- or everyone since there was no one- decided not to show up. So in reality there are about 10 people I am not actually angry with. There I have become less randomly violent about it.) I went to a kick-bottom concert for in to support a good portion of the 'us', a crazy band of overly stressed persons came over to our house to play and I went to church were I got to meet 4's cats as it is the day of St. Francis and pets get blessed. I didnt bring the igs cause they were stressed out from stardom the day before and it was more than a little chilly for their metabolisms. These are the weeks worth of events that were worth noting and maybe at one point deserved more words but now will get none.
This week we are housing a campus visitor/friend/camper of 5L for I don't know how many days and Quad break starts Thursday. That means everyone sorta scoots to some exotic off campus location and I sit in DPS more often than usual doing (hopefully) less dispatching and more homeworking than usual. The Red Queen is lost in Idaho until further notice and I do not wish that I was there because I am enjoying the misty/rainy/less colorful than it could be NE fall even as much as it is a warning of winter and I am already cold. Sorry queen mum.
Now to find some positive aspect about a book for fairness sake and then procede in describing different methods of employing flame.
-Jn
I haven't posted in a while. Not exactly because there weren't things to talk about in the moment. Just that I never had time in the moment and out of the moment if there was time there wasnt a computer or maybe there weren't words. So tonight I am supposed to be writing a diatribe on a book that I strongly dislike and I am 'talking' here instead.
The good Dr. B. has been talking to me lately about writing opinions for the Tartan (school paper) a prospect that bohers me of oh so many reasons. Apparently I have a lot of opinions and apparently I like to share them, maybe a little too much (indicated by my talking priviledges being revoked). So her goal is to get me out of talking and into doing something productive. But the Tartan scares me because everyone reads it and everyone is always hyper-critical of everything that was written and everyone that wrote. It bothers me less that people will attack my opinions because that rarely happens. What is more likely is that they will attack me and while I do not mind and can hold my own in personal coversations I don't think I fair well nor do I desire to argue about my virtues or the apparent lack in print. So she is trying and I am skirting the issue. Maybe the Wittenburg Window because people rarely use it this early in the year and perchance it will be ignored by the masses and only read by the people who care enough to pay attention. It feels slightly safer. The other aspect that is being worked on is what is my actual point. I can't just wildly disagree with everything I need to have good reasons and stand up for them or alternately choose to agree very much with whatever redeeming qualities are there and try to flesh them out. That is not a normal mindset. Thursday Shuff sorta threw a little light in my direction. He called me a rebel without a cause and said I am just walking around looking for causes to fight for. He isnt really wrong I guess. Just give me something that bothers me even a little and I can make it bigger or catch me on a particular style of day and we can battle. I am just pugnacious. More so lately than I remember formerly. Maybe its cause I feel more sure of myself or care less about looking like a fool or maybe I am just more jaded and easier to bother (though I very rarely every wore rose colored glasses) Maybe its just that I have more energy at my disposal to do the fight picking or that I just needed a break coming out of highschool. But the problem still stands that I can't just be annoyed by everything. I need to work on direction. And maybe writing for some kind of public forum. Maybe.
In other news apparently our house has started a new sort of ministry. We house alcohol for campus types who cannot house it themselves and then have them over for a little stress relief on weekends. I don't know exactly how that one works theologically but I dont exactly mind. Peoples just need a place to get away from what ails them sometimes and for most people of my genre it has something to do with the campus (either THE MAN, classes, a boyfriend or a crappy TA job) so you give them a little corner of the house. Honestly what else does one have a house for if not to share it with other people. In reality what is the point of being a person if its not for other people. I don't mean being used or anything. My current ideas along these lines is that if you surround yourself with enough Good People and pretend you aren't real proud you will end up getting filled up with goodness so you never run out. Thats the idea anyways and I have collected enough good people that it seems to be working. Its nice to have people to give to also because then you dont start to feel stale and crustly. So I have a good job that I like very much which lets me buy food and gas and helps me pay for rent type things and I have a lot of opinions and an open sort of mind when I want to and I like to hear/see/taste people think which means I like to listen. I have a lot to give if people want it and I want to give, but then again I am no gonna force it on anyone. That makes everyone kinda bristly and unpleasant. So send me your wayward and wandering souls, those seeking peace or dinner or bed. I can't promise reform or perfect quiet, but the food should be eatable and the bed nice and warm and I can promise that I will do my best.
In other news I went to the fair, I got really sick, I got better in a step sorta way, 4 helped me change my oil, I went to a Philipians dinner at Dextah compliments of Kt, my computer found itself a virus and is currently residing at the campus computer hospital, the current band of 'us' took shuffles out for his 21 (yay everyone finally being a proper age) I manned the bio room of the science fair (in which my igg's were a highlight) all by myself because the entire departement is a bunch of lazy ass losers (there we go with opinions again. Some people had good excuses. But most people had none other than maybe- I thought someone else would do it. Some people- or everyone since there was no one- decided not to show up. So in reality there are about 10 people I am not actually angry with. There I have become less randomly violent about it.) I went to a kick-bottom concert for in to support a good portion of the 'us', a crazy band of overly stressed persons came over to our house to play and I went to church were I got to meet 4's cats as it is the day of St. Francis and pets get blessed. I didnt bring the igs cause they were stressed out from stardom the day before and it was more than a little chilly for their metabolisms. These are the weeks worth of events that were worth noting and maybe at one point deserved more words but now will get none.
This week we are housing a campus visitor/friend/camper of 5L for I don't know how many days and Quad break starts Thursday. That means everyone sorta scoots to some exotic off campus location and I sit in DPS more often than usual doing (hopefully) less dispatching and more homeworking than usual. The Red Queen is lost in Idaho until further notice and I do not wish that I was there because I am enjoying the misty/rainy/less colorful than it could be NE fall even as much as it is a warning of winter and I am already cold. Sorry queen mum.
Now to find some positive aspect about a book for fairness sake and then procede in describing different methods of employing flame.
-Jn
Saturday, October 01, 2005
dichotomy
Yesterday reaked of goodness but it alsy reaked of badness. I think goodone the day but that bad is still lingering around like badness tends to do so we will see.
I am sick. Not the I have a mandatory cold type of sick though I have that and not like a knock down drag out flu type of thing. This is like the internal working of my body arent working kinda sick. It leads to random food cravings (which is easily fixed) random blood pressure changes, loss of focus, adgetation (How do you spell this word?) and my falling asleep in random places all over campus. Not so stellar. All things a college student has to deal with anyway now magnified beyond belief. Make it go away.
Thusday night I was non-functional by 6 (meaning I was awake and could stare at a wall but there was no chance of coherant conversation or logical action) and I decided to go to bed. The roommates woke me up for dinner but that was like a good dream. Even with all that sleep I was late again for work but not as late this time and progressed to doing nothing at all on my shift but writing down opening times.After work I failed miserably at physics homework and went to go talk to the prof. He unconfused me up a hill and I was standing at the top glorying in the view of amazingness and how wonderful life was and he kept talking and confused me right down the other side of the hill rolling as I went. I was in chapel but I have no clue what was said because my brain was sleeping. Apparently it was good and BB should have heard it. Thats what i got anyways. Then I fell asleep before phys class and woke up supposedly for class but I dont remember it. Finished physics just in time for class and managed to be coherant through class. I bet you are wondering where the goodness is hidden in this day. It starts now.
I went back to the biolibrary after class to do some work and fell asleep on the couch for a good long time while Udy was working on the computer and keeping me safe from scavenging gnomes. I woke up for Bio-Tea and my Kt was there. Apparently she has been coming to tea more than me which is weird because she is a music major. I love her anyways. She told me we (we being her) were making dinner and hanging out and that the Frog was coming as well. So we cleaned up bio-tea together and went to find him. We got lost in his dorm for a while then caught up in the harvest party where we saw at least 2 handfuls of cool people and were fed free fall foodstuffs. When we got to full we went to Dextah to get supplies and again got distracted. Kt played me music (I dont know if she intended it to be for anyone else but it was definately just for me) andI read a book she stuck in my face. Then we went to Frogs house. We got to play with his animals andsee the mini frog and his parents who cannot help but throw food at us because they assume we are starving. We stayed for ever but Kt kept getting sicker so we left by way f CVS and drogas and got to I-spinach at like 8 still needing dinner. Frog found us a pizza shop and we ordered and wandered around I-spinach and I found a better/cheaper packie though we didn't by anything. We came home and found 5L almost falling asleep wanting desperately to be distracted- so we did. We watched the red sox win and ate pizza and played video games and when we got tired I took the campus types home. It was such a good night because I never get to see these people and they are some of my favorites. But I got a whole night full of them and next weekend I might get the same only with more people because we are celebrating the 21st anniversary of the birth of one Shuffles. I am excited. We will see if i can make it through this week first though.
Really the only reason i am posting this is because the RQ seems to think I am dying. I might be but I am not dead yet so there is really no problem. But now she has internet confirmation that I am in fact still around. Now I am going to go play with my car.
Wanna-be Mechanic out-Jn
I am sick. Not the I have a mandatory cold type of sick though I have that and not like a knock down drag out flu type of thing. This is like the internal working of my body arent working kinda sick. It leads to random food cravings (which is easily fixed) random blood pressure changes, loss of focus, adgetation (How do you spell this word?) and my falling asleep in random places all over campus. Not so stellar. All things a college student has to deal with anyway now magnified beyond belief. Make it go away.
Thusday night I was non-functional by 6 (meaning I was awake and could stare at a wall but there was no chance of coherant conversation or logical action) and I decided to go to bed. The roommates woke me up for dinner but that was like a good dream. Even with all that sleep I was late again for work but not as late this time and progressed to doing nothing at all on my shift but writing down opening times.After work I failed miserably at physics homework and went to go talk to the prof. He unconfused me up a hill and I was standing at the top glorying in the view of amazingness and how wonderful life was and he kept talking and confused me right down the other side of the hill rolling as I went. I was in chapel but I have no clue what was said because my brain was sleeping. Apparently it was good and BB should have heard it. Thats what i got anyways. Then I fell asleep before phys class and woke up supposedly for class but I dont remember it. Finished physics just in time for class and managed to be coherant through class. I bet you are wondering where the goodness is hidden in this day. It starts now.
I went back to the biolibrary after class to do some work and fell asleep on the couch for a good long time while Udy was working on the computer and keeping me safe from scavenging gnomes. I woke up for Bio-Tea and my Kt was there. Apparently she has been coming to tea more than me which is weird because she is a music major. I love her anyways. She told me we (we being her) were making dinner and hanging out and that the Frog was coming as well. So we cleaned up bio-tea together and went to find him. We got lost in his dorm for a while then caught up in the harvest party where we saw at least 2 handfuls of cool people and were fed free fall foodstuffs. When we got to full we went to Dextah to get supplies and again got distracted. Kt played me music (I dont know if she intended it to be for anyone else but it was definately just for me) andI read a book she stuck in my face. Then we went to Frogs house. We got to play with his animals andsee the mini frog and his parents who cannot help but throw food at us because they assume we are starving. We stayed for ever but Kt kept getting sicker so we left by way f CVS and drogas and got to I-spinach at like 8 still needing dinner. Frog found us a pizza shop and we ordered and wandered around I-spinach and I found a better/cheaper packie though we didn't by anything. We came home and found 5L almost falling asleep wanting desperately to be distracted- so we did. We watched the red sox win and ate pizza and played video games and when we got tired I took the campus types home. It was such a good night because I never get to see these people and they are some of my favorites. But I got a whole night full of them and next weekend I might get the same only with more people because we are celebrating the 21st anniversary of the birth of one Shuffles. I am excited. We will see if i can make it through this week first though.
Really the only reason i am posting this is because the RQ seems to think I am dying. I might be but I am not dead yet so there is really no problem. But now she has internet confirmation that I am in fact still around. Now I am going to go play with my car.
Wanna-be Mechanic out-Jn
Monday, September 26, 2005
Better never late than late never
So this was written in the airport but I didnt get to post it till now so here you go...
So I know I have already done this once today, but there wasn’t enough data in yet to make judgement calls on the day. I had a hunch but well hunches aren’t always good. Sometimes people have them removed.
This morning I did not wake up to an alarm clock. Instead I got 104 yackin at me through the talkie on my phone. So from the get-go I knew I was late for work. He has no other reason to call. First thoughts: Damn why didn’t my alarm go off I KNOW I turned it on. 2. At least I set my stuff all out last night because I was fidgety. 3. Do I have time for coffee? YES. Always time for coffee. So I drove myself at break neck speed to campus and made it in 12 minutes. The problem about living off campus is that when I am late I cannot be less that a half hour late. It’s icky. But Babcock got some extra cash and my shift went a little faster. And I didn’t wake up to the alarm making its God-awful indescribable noise which is always a plus. And like a good little student I got all my Friday work done the day before so I could slack off during my shift and chat. Mmmmm good happy unstressedness. (Which happens to be a word with lots of the same letters)
I meandered myself over to the bio library and chilled for a bit and talked to the good Doctor B. and figured proposed the idea of recommended reading lists for al concentrations…or at least for me. It was well received on busy ears, which is to say it was and still is a really good idea but the chances of it happening ain’t that good. And we figured out that there is a potentially stellar class for me next semester hidden within the upper level history classes if you can believe it. So I wandered barefoot (as I lost my shoes someplace in the building that I call home where I am not allowed to walk barefoot if I listen to the people in charge) over to some of my favorite people on campus who live in the bowels of Jenks at the registrar to ask about if the powers that be were being those powers and found out that I need to get my tushy moving if I wanna graduate. Good thing those ladies take care of me. They know me by name. I don’t know if that is a good thing but I love them anyway. A few even go to my church.
Then I proceeded in some sort of shoed fashion to the monstrosity known as AJ GORDON MEMORIAL CHAPEL (I put it in caps to try to replicate the hugeness of the columns but 12 print doesn’t quite do it) and I had the good fortune to bump into 5L on the way. Much to my Joy and the fulfillment of my Happy Warm Fuzzy Bunny feelings I got to listen to freshman class president wannabes sing their own praises and make fools of themselves on stage for my spiritual and moral edification. (We don’t know what we are doing yet but it’s gonna be good. We already have a theme and everything. I have been class president for 4 years. I like the word leader. It has a nice ring to it.- They needed to just say vote for me because I am attractive and popular and look I always have been ::flips hair to the side and giggles::) And chapel got out before 11 which is more than 15 minutes of precious time that I can waste be my own means instead of the means of the powers that be. It needed to end anyways. Those cheerleaders didn’t have many more unused vocabulary words left. Oh you silly freshman, so full of hope and dreams about making Gordon better. Don’t you know there is no money and as soon as it snows all hope dies with the posies planted around the clock. But you will. You will.
So I hung out with Lz and ran errands with her and was happy to just do stupid stuff because I could. And I miss her. But 15 minutes really didn’t last long so that ends that paragraph.
Animal phys was pretty stellar I think by some fluke. We all did article summaries which means you read something really dense and boring (not always) and translate it into layman’s English and share it with the class. This doesn’t sound all that great except its kinda like reading discover magazine. You get tons of little random fascinating tidbits that might not connect to something else at all but they are just cool to know. Like Eastern painted turtles hibernate differently than other turtles and people are doing circulation studies on my little cane toad friends. And the fact that I could translate the scientific name for the class just further indicated to them that I smoke them. And when someone said ‘why would you use cane toads?’ and I kinda chuckled that just cemented it. Come on guys they are huge and they eat anything. What’s not to lick? I mean like. Like is the appropriate word there. Dr. Story talked to me about doing cane toad studies but I think he was being facetious. But hey if he wants me to get interested in bio-chem I am pretty sure that is his only available mode.
And the E of EJ&J invited us J’s over for lunch which I have to say was hands down the most amazing part of my day. He said something this afternoon about the soothing therapeutic effects of his apartment. He’s not wrong. If was the kind of happy where if you don’t bounce or dance or laugh or write you explode, the kind of happy that require physical movement to be fully experienced, that rare kind of happy that stems from ultimate deep seated contentment. My soul was over full. So what happened to make it so amazing you wonder? Well first I got my shift covered by 2 wonderful boys who work before and after me. That way no one is bustin their balls over my little vacation for an 8 hour overnight shift or has to unwillingly sleep through and 8am on my account. Life is good and I have to figure out a way to repay them both. Then Jn came over even though she was sick and we chatted and I started bouncing. Then SB, one of E’s apartment mates handed me a cup of amazing, I have no clue what was in it tea, and we were just talking, and MA (E’s roommate) was baking bread and I was mesmerized by the process. And E hands me this plate of amazingness which was based on rice and probly eggs and had raisins and cinnamon among other things. It was like a party in my mouth only breakfast style for lunch. You could NOT eat it without bouncing and as Jn pointed out later I couldn’t eat it without making odd little happy noises either. Then JD popped in and all of the sudden their were harmonicas and a guitar and drums and they were just playing. I was working on esplode mode and I couldn’t figure out what to do with myself until I jumped up and found a notebook. Mmm notebook. Mmm pen. And I just sorta wrote what they were playing. The story that the harmonica was telling me. The way the river wanted the words to flow on the paper. I popped out 3 poems in well in not that long except for 2 of them I didn’t exactly get finished before the song changed so I am not quite sure how I feel about them. I don’t know. I will get back to you on that one. But then some of them disappeared and the bread was done and since I was in the ‘wrong place’ at the ‘wrong time’ as I was told I had to try the bread. SO good. Words cannot describe. But then my alarm was going off to tell me to go to physics so I left the apartment of goodness and headed to my class.
I did really well on my exam as far as I am concerned. I was pretty far from failing and on the top end of the class and I didn’t bother to study because I am easily distracted. Oh well. And it was painful to watch the clock move and TB was making fun of me every time I turned around (which was like every 30 seconds) But then I was off and the world was a wonderful place.
I got lost trying to find economy parking and had the privilege of paying an extra $3 to turn around via the summner tunnel because Boston is retarded and I ended up parking in the expensive spot but that couldn’t be helped. And now I am sitting in the airport just waiting for my plane to board. It has been a stellar day so far and I know its going to keep on in this way. Mmmmm…
So you get two from the apartment of goodness…
The warm up:
Wordless song
And so this is how the days go by
A flow of in and out
With beats and bare feet
And a long sad tone
But I am not alone
You step in beside me
And we walk through the rain
I love you still
Again and again
And the cool down:
A Bus Stop in Burton
Baby what’s that little trinket
Hangin round your neck?
Is it from your daddy
Or some boy from ‘cross the tracks?
If I sit down here beside you
Will you help me pass the time?
I’m just waitin for my bus to come,
Heading on towards the sublime
They say the coast is pretty
If you can stand the cold
And hell I’ve got some years to waste
Before I get too old
Baby why you sittin here
Waitin lonesome in the sun?
Why don’t you tag along with me
Cause my future has just begun
I like the solemn in your beauty
Reminds me of an early autumn rain
So I’ll help you keep on if you’re runnin
And try to help you fight the pain
Or if you want to turn around
Cause you miss the comforts you call home
I can help you find your way
Before I go off to find my own
Baby what’s that jinglin in your pocket?
The last change that you have left?
Please just slip your cold hands into mine
I’m not a good man but I’ll do my best
Peace-Jn
So I know I have already done this once today, but there wasn’t enough data in yet to make judgement calls on the day. I had a hunch but well hunches aren’t always good. Sometimes people have them removed.
This morning I did not wake up to an alarm clock. Instead I got 104 yackin at me through the talkie on my phone. So from the get-go I knew I was late for work. He has no other reason to call. First thoughts: Damn why didn’t my alarm go off I KNOW I turned it on. 2. At least I set my stuff all out last night because I was fidgety. 3. Do I have time for coffee? YES. Always time for coffee. So I drove myself at break neck speed to campus and made it in 12 minutes. The problem about living off campus is that when I am late I cannot be less that a half hour late. It’s icky. But Babcock got some extra cash and my shift went a little faster. And I didn’t wake up to the alarm making its God-awful indescribable noise which is always a plus. And like a good little student I got all my Friday work done the day before so I could slack off during my shift and chat. Mmmmm good happy unstressedness. (Which happens to be a word with lots of the same letters)
I meandered myself over to the bio library and chilled for a bit and talked to the good Doctor B. and figured proposed the idea of recommended reading lists for al concentrations…or at least for me. It was well received on busy ears, which is to say it was and still is a really good idea but the chances of it happening ain’t that good. And we figured out that there is a potentially stellar class for me next semester hidden within the upper level history classes if you can believe it. So I wandered barefoot (as I lost my shoes someplace in the building that I call home where I am not allowed to walk barefoot if I listen to the people in charge) over to some of my favorite people on campus who live in the bowels of Jenks at the registrar to ask about if the powers that be were being those powers and found out that I need to get my tushy moving if I wanna graduate. Good thing those ladies take care of me. They know me by name. I don’t know if that is a good thing but I love them anyway. A few even go to my church.
Then I proceeded in some sort of shoed fashion to the monstrosity known as AJ GORDON MEMORIAL CHAPEL (I put it in caps to try to replicate the hugeness of the columns but 12 print doesn’t quite do it) and I had the good fortune to bump into 5L on the way. Much to my Joy and the fulfillment of my Happy Warm Fuzzy Bunny feelings I got to listen to freshman class president wannabes sing their own praises and make fools of themselves on stage for my spiritual and moral edification. (We don’t know what we are doing yet but it’s gonna be good. We already have a theme and everything. I have been class president for 4 years. I like the word leader. It has a nice ring to it.- They needed to just say vote for me because I am attractive and popular and look I always have been ::flips hair to the side and giggles::) And chapel got out before 11 which is more than 15 minutes of precious time that I can waste be my own means instead of the means of the powers that be. It needed to end anyways. Those cheerleaders didn’t have many more unused vocabulary words left. Oh you silly freshman, so full of hope and dreams about making Gordon better. Don’t you know there is no money and as soon as it snows all hope dies with the posies planted around the clock. But you will. You will.
So I hung out with Lz and ran errands with her and was happy to just do stupid stuff because I could. And I miss her. But 15 minutes really didn’t last long so that ends that paragraph.
Animal phys was pretty stellar I think by some fluke. We all did article summaries which means you read something really dense and boring (not always) and translate it into layman’s English and share it with the class. This doesn’t sound all that great except its kinda like reading discover magazine. You get tons of little random fascinating tidbits that might not connect to something else at all but they are just cool to know. Like Eastern painted turtles hibernate differently than other turtles and people are doing circulation studies on my little cane toad friends. And the fact that I could translate the scientific name for the class just further indicated to them that I smoke them. And when someone said ‘why would you use cane toads?’ and I kinda chuckled that just cemented it. Come on guys they are huge and they eat anything. What’s not to lick? I mean like. Like is the appropriate word there. Dr. Story talked to me about doing cane toad studies but I think he was being facetious. But hey if he wants me to get interested in bio-chem I am pretty sure that is his only available mode.
And the E of EJ&J invited us J’s over for lunch which I have to say was hands down the most amazing part of my day. He said something this afternoon about the soothing therapeutic effects of his apartment. He’s not wrong. If was the kind of happy where if you don’t bounce or dance or laugh or write you explode, the kind of happy that require physical movement to be fully experienced, that rare kind of happy that stems from ultimate deep seated contentment. My soul was over full. So what happened to make it so amazing you wonder? Well first I got my shift covered by 2 wonderful boys who work before and after me. That way no one is bustin their balls over my little vacation for an 8 hour overnight shift or has to unwillingly sleep through and 8am on my account. Life is good and I have to figure out a way to repay them both. Then Jn came over even though she was sick and we chatted and I started bouncing. Then SB, one of E’s apartment mates handed me a cup of amazing, I have no clue what was in it tea, and we were just talking, and MA (E’s roommate) was baking bread and I was mesmerized by the process. And E hands me this plate of amazingness which was based on rice and probly eggs and had raisins and cinnamon among other things. It was like a party in my mouth only breakfast style for lunch. You could NOT eat it without bouncing and as Jn pointed out later I couldn’t eat it without making odd little happy noises either. Then JD popped in and all of the sudden their were harmonicas and a guitar and drums and they were just playing. I was working on esplode mode and I couldn’t figure out what to do with myself until I jumped up and found a notebook. Mmm notebook. Mmm pen. And I just sorta wrote what they were playing. The story that the harmonica was telling me. The way the river wanted the words to flow on the paper. I popped out 3 poems in well in not that long except for 2 of them I didn’t exactly get finished before the song changed so I am not quite sure how I feel about them. I don’t know. I will get back to you on that one. But then some of them disappeared and the bread was done and since I was in the ‘wrong place’ at the ‘wrong time’ as I was told I had to try the bread. SO good. Words cannot describe. But then my alarm was going off to tell me to go to physics so I left the apartment of goodness and headed to my class.
I did really well on my exam as far as I am concerned. I was pretty far from failing and on the top end of the class and I didn’t bother to study because I am easily distracted. Oh well. And it was painful to watch the clock move and TB was making fun of me every time I turned around (which was like every 30 seconds) But then I was off and the world was a wonderful place.
I got lost trying to find economy parking and had the privilege of paying an extra $3 to turn around via the summner tunnel because Boston is retarded and I ended up parking in the expensive spot but that couldn’t be helped. And now I am sitting in the airport just waiting for my plane to board. It has been a stellar day so far and I know its going to keep on in this way. Mmmmm…
So you get two from the apartment of goodness…
The warm up:
Wordless song
And so this is how the days go by
A flow of in and out
With beats and bare feet
And a long sad tone
But I am not alone
You step in beside me
And we walk through the rain
I love you still
Again and again
And the cool down:
A Bus Stop in Burton
Baby what’s that little trinket
Hangin round your neck?
Is it from your daddy
Or some boy from ‘cross the tracks?
If I sit down here beside you
Will you help me pass the time?
I’m just waitin for my bus to come,
Heading on towards the sublime
They say the coast is pretty
If you can stand the cold
And hell I’ve got some years to waste
Before I get too old
Baby why you sittin here
Waitin lonesome in the sun?
Why don’t you tag along with me
Cause my future has just begun
I like the solemn in your beauty
Reminds me of an early autumn rain
So I’ll help you keep on if you’re runnin
And try to help you fight the pain
Or if you want to turn around
Cause you miss the comforts you call home
I can help you find your way
Before I go off to find my own
Baby what’s that jinglin in your pocket?
The last change that you have left?
Please just slip your cold hands into mine
I’m not a good man but I’ll do my best
Peace-Jn
Friday, September 23, 2005
Two things...or more
So things that go round and round in my head lately.Thing one involves me going home this weekend. I am wicked stoked. I get to go to my friends "I got a liver so I'm not dying" party which is like this whole crazy miraculous story and I havent seen him in ages anyways so yeah I'm excited. And then I get to see NNG who is one of my favorite people in the world and she is coming with me to the Stillers game because my dad got me tickets because he is the coolest person I know. So watch the game this sunday and you might get to see me make a fool out of myself on TV. And I want to see the new kitties and I want to see my parents so basically I am excited over and above the call of duty.
Thing 2 involves Cane Toads. I was going to post on them yesterday but I was a good little college student and got my work done and packed and vaccuumed the house like I was supposed to. (I even cleaned up the living room and did some dishes as a bonus.) What can I te
ll you about cane toads. So very much. I intend to do some more research when I get the chance too. Its kinda like when I decided I needed to know more about wombats except that cane toads are interesting enough to pursue further. They are halucinogenic. And invasive. And native to Peru. plus so many other things. You can stuff them or smoke them or lick them or run over hem and there is a movie about them aswell. We are watching it as a bio club event later this year. I would add all kinds of crazy pictures and links except I am on the dispatch computer and none of my happy little buttons show up so do it on your own time. Google 'Lick Cane Toad' and later 'Bufotenine' you can't go wrong really.Hay mas? Pienso que no. Just random tidbits like my proffessors keep changing assignments the night before or the day that they are due so I have been behind all week which is only partially my fault. And the part that falls on me stems from the fact that 5L and I like each other and are highly distractable people who live in the same house. We make it hard for each other to get homework done. Lz has figured out how to trancend this apparrently because she disapears to her room and gets her work done. I dont know how she slips through the web of distraction but I kinda wish she wouldnt do it all the time cause she doesnt play with us much. She is just one of those 'good' students that I used to be so I understand. She also has that pesky boyfriend issue which takes up time. Don't get me wrong I like him a whole bunch and I am happy for them. It just means like me time and I'm a selfish little brat sometimes. Silly boys. They are great to have around but there is so much upkeep. Like puppies or something. So cute but so much work. I am going to get myself a cane toad prince and then I wont have to worry about finding a boyfriend anymore. It will not bother me. (Provided I get over the 'yiffing' as 5L would say) So what I am saying without saying it is I think we need to (Need being the key word translating into Jn is craving) have a party because otherwise my friends dont plan out play time which means I dont get to play with them. But if i tell them on x night we will be at my house then they will know and they will come. Shuff is having a 21st birthday soon. That is cause to celebrate if we need find cause which is debateable. We could just have a cane toad party as far as I am concerned sept cane toads are controled substances/animal entities which complicates matters.
I don't know. I like my house and my housemates.(and they can cook pretty well which just has bonus written all over it) I like the LL and her critters. And the frogs out back. I like my classes and my proffs (most of the time) and I'm not failing physics yet. I work DPS pretty much every day so its a nice comfy little home now that makes me :) and if work makes you do that its an ok thing. And I get to go home this weekend. I cannot (rightly) complain about anything... except not seeing my friends and I am working on that. I love it when life rolls around into goodness like this. Its all warm and fuzzy like a hot drink- but not the warm and fuzzy like a halmark movie. Different genre of fuzz.
Here is hoping something interesting happens to me during my travels home (but not the sort of something that involves no tickets or delayed flights or any of that ickiness.
-Jn
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
See bonus footage at the bottom
I have no clue what I want to say other than I want to say something. I guess this will come out as something of a mess if only because everything seems to be that way right now. I could rant for an hour about Christians but I did that recently. I could talk a while about the pirate party except I couldnt because I'm not publicising those stories. If you want to know them you have to ask specifically. I could talk about how great it is that I am going home but I figure that is a given already. I could mention that I am physically crashing but that would not come as a shock to most and I don't want to be complaining. My body never works right. End of story. I could add pictures of the beautiful fall foliage except there isnt any. It has been way dry so the colors range mostly from dying leaf brown to dying leaf brownand it has been rainy so they arent even on the trees. And I havent had time to sit down and write anything for a while. Thats not entirely true. Its more like I have this slurry of emotions begging to be put into words but they are unruly and will only join in couplets or quads and the occasional tres for intrigues sake but they dont build on each other. They are kinda on hold in the magic book of colors waiting for inspiration that cannot be bound by time or time that is not infected with a groggy sleepy eye shutting disease. So I have for you nothing . . . except for what I wrote in chapel. . .because I actually found chapel on monday. . . and paid attention to the important parts. . .The word Paraclete means Holy Spirt. We figure it was created just because it rhymed. Who knows?
Use your freedom in such a way that you do not impinge on the freedom of others.
And then there was this:
Color Me the Story Book (9/20-9/20/05 chapel)
Red and green with black and faces
Different names in different places
Glass shrines for the divine
Sun shining through between the lines
Tell me what they mean
These stories I have seen
Looking down at me
In this mottled light we all look the same
Kneeling and praying in glow of Holy flames
And our private stories all seem to blur
With those around in patchwork color
So tell me what they mean
These stories I have been
When I am colored not as me
Behold the parakeet with spiky shoes- Jn
Friday, September 16, 2005
My dads better than your dad
Let me tell you how excited I am (briefly). I was exhausted already so this much excitment just is over the top and I might crash on the way down to CT tonight. Geeze. I worked this morning which was exciting in and of itself but my Daddy who happens to be the COOLEST dad in the entire world and no one has a dad cooler except for the siblings of mine calls me at work. HE GOT ME TICKETS TO THE STEELERS PATS GAME. Like the game that i had been dying to see since i looked up the schedule at the end of the season last year. the game that i fantasized and dreamed about yeah that game. Oh my gosh. I was freaking seachless and jumping up and down. 104 had to take a call or 2 for me because i was incompetend with giddiness. This means that I have an excuse and perfectly valid reason to go home for a weekend. I get to see my parents who I miss oddly enough. I get to meet the muse of epic poetry who now resides at my house. I get to go to jeffy's party thing and last but not least there is that GAME feature added in. Then I went up and talked with Cami and got unconditionally loved all over by her 2 children which made me feel all warm and fuzzy even though children intimidate me while she made me breakfast and we talked about life and so maany good things. Then I got lost in Nyland in the other Jn's room and was talking to her for ages aout how good life was and I was late for chapel so i just didnt go and jn said it was ok. It is her b-day tomorrow and I gave her her cookies and there was much rejoicing. And I got to finish grading which I needed to do. And we wasted most of phys talking about Story's trip to France and looking at dead fish pictures but thats ok because I am braindead and stupid tired. In moments I will wander to my last class before the weekend and TB will will document how many times I look at the clock per minute. Then I will be on my way to CT for the seeing of EW and ARox and the pirate party. And maybe some sleep. That would also be nice. Basically I just wanted to share with you all that my dad is the best and yall should be jealous because he is my dad and not yours- for so many reasons other than tickets.
Not a Pirate Wench out
-Jn
Not a Pirate Wench out
-Jn
Monday, September 12, 2005
Something like Verbose
In my house we have a room we call the fun room. It is the room where the internet god comes forth from the wall and all of the movies reside. It also houses the happy couch, the quote wall, and the words.
So this is mostly us talking about each other when we arent exactly paying attention:
And then this is what we come up with when we arent being malicious and sneaky sneaky sir:
What is left for you to do is figure out based on what you know (or don't) about us, who wrote each of the happy little snippets above. I would say you could base your judgements on what we wrote about each other but that probly wont actually help.
Mucus out- Jn
Apparently I stand on a box made of soap
This would be me at work. It is 0043 and so far nothing has happened. We would very much like to keep it that way.
I have been thinking a lot lately (though I don't know that that is actually a fair statement... I mean I guess you are pretty much thinking all the time just sometimes the thoughts are more profound and gut shaking than normal stare-at-the-talking-box-and-drool thoughts.) So it is the kind of thinking that keeps you awake and won't let you focus on a physics problem for longer than 30 seconds. As this is the case I had no problem picking up this extra random shift because hey I wouldnt be sleeping anyways right? Except I actually lined up a bunch of the tin cans and picked um off one by one today at close range to clear out some of the mental clutter. (You can't really recycle brain waves though I did look into it) So I actually fell asleep. I only know this because the alarm woke me up and now I am awake anyways just like I said I would be. At least I am getting paid to keep 'normal' college student hours right?
I have been thinking a lot but not writing a lot. I think the muse is kinda overloaded. Too much good writing material from life as I now know it (but always shifted 3 steps over, up, or backwards to not actually be incriminating) to digest into proper words and lines. When the gunpowder scent fades I think there will be some art found in the holey tin-cans though.
Today was a church day. 5L came with us and I think she will continue to. Saturday was her 5 birthday for becoming a Christian and we had a really good talk that night just about life and the goodness there-in mostly. (Yah know like the 'community' in closed spaces like bus terminals. And rule breakers like sketchy hyper-religious the world is going to hell sandwich board men) This concept deserves more post but not tonight.) The summer is over as far as church is concerned because the choir is back. It makes me happy, very happy. I was doin a little dance for the sake of the choir on the way to church when I remembered. There is this kid in choir with green hair. I feel like he much be a cool individual. For starters he is a highschool kid in the church choir, the only one according to 4, and then the afforementioned green hair. I didn't go meet him today because I was distracted by the eatable goldfish, but maybe next Sunday.
Church was so good (last Sunday too). It wasn't anything like finger pointing right at me like 'you screwed up' or 'do this now' but then that was kinda the point. It was the kind of thing where it was like yeah thats what being a Christian is about. So much goodness held there in. Last sunday was mostly from Ezekiel and talking about God's grace and mercy and forgiveness. (Something you don't think yah see often in the OT right? A merciful God?) Today was more of the same except it was Christians forgiving instead of God. The parable of the unmerciful servant, forgive 70x7 you know all that good stuff. (There are 2 tangents coming off of this just so you are forewarned to look for them both entertwined in each other.) It was just like yeah yah know thats why some people have such a problem with Christians is they don't see the forgiveness or hear about the grace, they just get fire comin down from above or up from below and see a lot of hypocrits and backbiting and infighting, sometimes with racism or sexism thrown in to boot. TC has this shirt, 'They will know we are Christians by our T-Shirts' and its really funny but sad at the same time. Its supposed to be 'by our love' both for each other and for other people. Instead it is witty or burn in hell bumper-sticker and walking billboard dialog that doesnt really go anyplace. The sub-culture doesn't need it and the greater-culture doesn't care for it. (So the 2 extremes come from 5L tonight cause shes actually the only person I have had a good long chat with recently, 5L was talking about the sketchy burn in hell sandwich board dude on the T and then later about how she went to a T-stop one really cold morning with a friend and handed out coffee and when people asked why they just said 'cause we think its time for Christians to do something practical to show the love of God'.) I mean I feel like this should be a no brainer -> you tell people about love and show them in a down to earth way and they will appriciate it 100 times more than telling them they are awful human beings. Even if it doesnt go anywhere you leave them with the flavor of, 'gee, aren't Christians nice people?' tingling on their palate instead of the bitter, 'Gawd arent those Christians obnoxious and judgemental' simmering on their minds. And the reality of it is that most people arent awful so it doesnt really work to grab their attention anyways. One of the hymns today said something to the affect of the church should be a place where sinners can find refuge and the weary can find rest. But I think the popular image in our culture is that the church is a place where sinners aren't wanted and you can only stay if you have your shit together. Dude everyone in every church everywhere is a sinner and I know very few people who actually have their shit together all the time. If they aren't letting you in because of that they I don't think its a good church for you anyways. Come play with me cause my church will love you (and feed you) and hey we have a good choir. If I ever end up embarassed because I am a Christian it will not be because of Christ or the message I carry but the other Christians running around and the way they carry their message.
Hmm...I didnt mean to go all soap box. I meant to be like my church is so wonderful and it makes me happy and I had such a great day because it started out church. And God is a God of grace and mercy so deep and full and forgiveness so big that I just cannot seem to wrap my head around it. That is what I meant to say. And that the funny meat/pepper roll up things were not a good taste adventure- I meant to say that too.
It is now 0324 and several things have happened in the interlude including me playing the monopoly trade game with some of my shifts. Maybe trading one for one maybe one for two. 102 is standing by on that one. I am waiting to see how today goes. Either way I dont have to work this Saturday and I don't think I have to work any more of them either. The other 0400-0800s got scarfed but I will survive. With my remaining half hour I think I am gonna try to tackle some of this online Physics nonsense they call homework nowadays.
Peace be with you- Jn
I have been thinking a lot lately (though I don't know that that is actually a fair statement... I mean I guess you are pretty much thinking all the time just sometimes the thoughts are more profound and gut shaking than normal stare-at-the-talking-box-and-drool thoughts.) So it is the kind of thinking that keeps you awake and won't let you focus on a physics problem for longer than 30 seconds. As this is the case I had no problem picking up this extra random shift because hey I wouldnt be sleeping anyways right? Except I actually lined up a bunch of the tin cans and picked um off one by one today at close range to clear out some of the mental clutter. (You can't really recycle brain waves though I did look into it) So I actually fell asleep. I only know this because the alarm woke me up and now I am awake anyways just like I said I would be. At least I am getting paid to keep 'normal' college student hours right?
I have been thinking a lot but not writing a lot. I think the muse is kinda overloaded. Too much good writing material from life as I now know it (but always shifted 3 steps over, up, or backwards to not actually be incriminating) to digest into proper words and lines. When the gunpowder scent fades I think there will be some art found in the holey tin-cans though.
Today was a church day. 5L came with us and I think she will continue to. Saturday was her 5 birthday for becoming a Christian and we had a really good talk that night just about life and the goodness there-in mostly. (Yah know like the 'community' in closed spaces like bus terminals. And rule breakers like sketchy hyper-religious the world is going to hell sandwich board men) This concept deserves more post but not tonight.) The summer is over as far as church is concerned because the choir is back. It makes me happy, very happy. I was doin a little dance for the sake of the choir on the way to church when I remembered. There is this kid in choir with green hair. I feel like he much be a cool individual. For starters he is a highschool kid in the church choir, the only one according to 4, and then the afforementioned green hair. I didn't go meet him today because I was distracted by the eatable goldfish, but maybe next Sunday.
Church was so good (last Sunday too). It wasn't anything like finger pointing right at me like 'you screwed up' or 'do this now' but then that was kinda the point. It was the kind of thing where it was like yeah thats what being a Christian is about. So much goodness held there in. Last sunday was mostly from Ezekiel and talking about God's grace and mercy and forgiveness. (Something you don't think yah see often in the OT right? A merciful God?) Today was more of the same except it was Christians forgiving instead of God. The parable of the unmerciful servant, forgive 70x7 you know all that good stuff. (There are 2 tangents coming off of this just so you are forewarned to look for them both entertwined in each other.) It was just like yeah yah know thats why some people have such a problem with Christians is they don't see the forgiveness or hear about the grace, they just get fire comin down from above or up from below and see a lot of hypocrits and backbiting and infighting, sometimes with racism or sexism thrown in to boot. TC has this shirt, 'They will know we are Christians by our T-Shirts' and its really funny but sad at the same time. Its supposed to be 'by our love' both for each other and for other people. Instead it is witty or burn in hell bumper-sticker and walking billboard dialog that doesnt really go anyplace. The sub-culture doesn't need it and the greater-culture doesn't care for it. (So the 2 extremes come from 5L tonight cause shes actually the only person I have had a good long chat with recently, 5L was talking about the sketchy burn in hell sandwich board dude on the T and then later about how she went to a T-stop one really cold morning with a friend and handed out coffee and when people asked why they just said 'cause we think its time for Christians to do something practical to show the love of God'.) I mean I feel like this should be a no brainer -> you tell people about love and show them in a down to earth way and they will appriciate it 100 times more than telling them they are awful human beings. Even if it doesnt go anywhere you leave them with the flavor of, 'gee, aren't Christians nice people?' tingling on their palate instead of the bitter, 'Gawd arent those Christians obnoxious and judgemental' simmering on their minds. And the reality of it is that most people arent awful so it doesnt really work to grab their attention anyways. One of the hymns today said something to the affect of the church should be a place where sinners can find refuge and the weary can find rest. But I think the popular image in our culture is that the church is a place where sinners aren't wanted and you can only stay if you have your shit together. Dude everyone in every church everywhere is a sinner and I know very few people who actually have their shit together all the time. If they aren't letting you in because of that they I don't think its a good church for you anyways. Come play with me cause my church will love you (and feed you) and hey we have a good choir. If I ever end up embarassed because I am a Christian it will not be because of Christ or the message I carry but the other Christians running around and the way they carry their message.
Hmm...I didnt mean to go all soap box. I meant to be like my church is so wonderful and it makes me happy and I had such a great day because it started out church. And God is a God of grace and mercy so deep and full and forgiveness so big that I just cannot seem to wrap my head around it. That is what I meant to say. And that the funny meat/pepper roll up things were not a good taste adventure- I meant to say that too.
It is now 0324 and several things have happened in the interlude including me playing the monopoly trade game with some of my shifts. Maybe trading one for one maybe one for two. 102 is standing by on that one. I am waiting to see how today goes. Either way I dont have to work this Saturday and I don't think I have to work any more of them either. The other 0400-0800s got scarfed but I will survive. With my remaining half hour I think I am gonna try to tackle some of this online Physics nonsense they call homework nowadays.
Peace be with you- Jn
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Pieces of a. . . of a thing
I have never written a song before, and I guess you can say I still haven't because it is not done. There are definate major chunks that I want that are missing. I'm being patient this time. Anyways the point is see I didnt go about trying to write a song or trying to write anything for that matter. But then there was this song stuck in my head and eventually more and more pieces of this song that I had never heard before were stuck in my head. I always have a song stuck in my head so I didn't think much about it until I started singing it while I was making dinner (yes I sing and talk to myself when I am alone. . .and when I am not), and I stopped myself and said what am I actually singing. And it was mine and I was shocked. I still dont actually know how I feel about this either. Getting ones own song stuck in ones head seems a little bit egotistical but I didnt even know I had a song. I still dont. I just have pieces, but they get stuck in my head, and I sing them.
So these are the pieces that I have so far and thats all you get cause there arent any more. I guess it is a guy singing which makes sense because I dont really like chick singers except so far it has only been me singing it which just makes things that much more jumbled up. Oh well. It is nameless and dateless and main-verseless, but it is blue. Now for that meeting I need to go to. . .
She talks to Jesus
And He gives her what she needs
But what I can't understand
Whe she takes me by the hand is
Why she talks to me
I am... I am... I am not a good man
I am... I am... I am the one who brings her down
I am... I am... I am not the one for her
She says she will never let me go
She talks to Jesus
And He gives her what she needs
But what takes me by surprise
When I look into her eyes is
That she still cries for me
'Twice' out
-Jn
So these are the pieces that I have so far and thats all you get cause there arent any more. I guess it is a guy singing which makes sense because I dont really like chick singers except so far it has only been me singing it which just makes things that much more jumbled up. Oh well. It is nameless and dateless and main-verseless, but it is blue. Now for that meeting I need to go to. . .
She talks to Jesus
And He gives her what she needs
But what I can't understand
Whe she takes me by the hand is
Why she talks to me
I am... I am... I am not a good man
I am... I am... I am the one who brings her down
I am... I am... I am not the one for her
She says she will never let me go
She talks to Jesus
And He gives her what she needs
But what takes me by surprise
When I look into her eyes is
That she still cries for me
'Twice' out
-Jn
Monday, September 05, 2005
Upon returning home
Fievel doesnt eat pork, she eats turkey bacon. . . on fake nachos. . . or triscuits. I dont ask questions. She also drinks fake milk. She calls it predigested milk, as if that is supposed to be better. But I love Fievel because she came back and I was lonely in an empty house. And she bought me cheddar bunnies. And she came up with Captian Leons Excitement Wagon. Come on now, you have the letters CLEW in BB's away message, how can you not play with it. How about Circus Lions Eat Women. Or Catapultings Llamas Emus and Walri. So the other stories of the night include her loosing the tips of her gloves somewhere while cutting lettuce. And a song that goes along the lines of Jesus loves me this I know for the bottle tells me so. And I just hear her yell I am Dense! I should stop talking about her. And I know this all makes no sense because it is very stream of consciousness but hell isnt that how you like me best. Conscious? -Jn
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Words alone
Absinth
Barbarous
Catatonic (Calliope)
Dirigible (Dilapidated)
Elliptic (Elucidate)
Fecundity
Grotesque (Gianormous)
Hiatus
Ileum (Innocuous)
Jaunt
Keep (Krill)
Latent (Latch)
Moribund (Masticated)
Noxious
Obstinate (Oboe)
Prolific
Quartile (Quadrallelogram)
Rubidium (Roto-toaster)
Syncopated (Startle)
Tepid
Undulating
Viscosity
Whittle
X
Yellow (Yeoman)
Zenith (Zero)
A not so random list of words that I thoroughly enjoy. If there is an extra word it just didnt quite make the cut. These are words that win you mad points if you use them in a sentence when I am present (with extra props being given for prolific and fecundity which are quiet possibly my favorite words to date). And yes the X is meant to stand alone.
Barbarous
Catatonic (Calliope)
Dirigible (Dilapidated)
Elliptic (Elucidate)
Fecundity
Grotesque (Gianormous)
Hiatus
Ileum (Innocuous)
Jaunt
Keep (Krill)
Latent (Latch)
Moribund (Masticated)
Noxious
Obstinate (Oboe)
Prolific
Quartile (Quadrallelogram)
Rubidium (Roto-toaster)
Syncopated (Startle)
Tepid
Undulating
Viscosity
Whittle
X
Yellow (Yeoman)
Zenith (Zero)
A not so random list of words that I thoroughly enjoy. If there is an extra word it just didnt quite make the cut. These are words that win you mad points if you use them in a sentence when I am present (with extra props being given for prolific and fecundity which are quiet possibly my favorite words to date). And yes the X is meant to stand alone.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Chop Shop
Me I dont play that way
I throw myself away
I take my happiness now in nips and snatches
In between digging through ashes
From crisis
To crisis
But with goodness in between
And somewhere
Out there
I gave up on the dream
Has been upgraded to stand alone status. It needs a little tweaking and maybe a few extra lines but now that I can see it as its own entity properly it will be easier.
The girl who lives next door
--And--
I am not so lucky as the girl who lives next door
Are lines or ideas anyways that have been running around in my head since the middle of the summer. I keep trying to wrap them up in words properly but it never works. It is hard to clothe the girl next door. These two have been readmitted to the foster home of lines without a proper family. They remain hopeful.
A wilted four leaf clover
Pass me over
These two definately go together and I like them both very much. However, they are now orphaned and have been placed in the FHLWPF
She has her hand on perfection
Sweet masculine confection
Who dotes upon her always
In a million if not twenty ways
One man now-forever
The story book prince and lover
But who really knows whats in it for
That girl who lives next door.
And this is just unhappy and complicated. I wasnt really a fan of this construction much because most of the lines I actually liked were lost on the car ride home. I thought I fixed it but then I changed my mind. I wont get rid of it; I am just going to have to do some serious surgery to make it into something I enjoy again. It is currently in a state where I never would have showed it to anyone except that I already have because I thought it wasnt so naked when the other words were around it. It is still naked and it is unhappy with me.
-Jn
I throw myself away
I take my happiness now in nips and snatches
In between digging through ashes
From crisis
To crisis
But with goodness in between
And somewhere
Out there
I gave up on the dream
Has been upgraded to stand alone status. It needs a little tweaking and maybe a few extra lines but now that I can see it as its own entity properly it will be easier.
The girl who lives next door
--And--
I am not so lucky as the girl who lives next door
Are lines or ideas anyways that have been running around in my head since the middle of the summer. I keep trying to wrap them up in words properly but it never works. It is hard to clothe the girl next door. These two have been readmitted to the foster home of lines without a proper family. They remain hopeful.
A wilted four leaf clover
Pass me over
A horseshoe turned downside up
No I am not the one with luck
These two definately go together and I like them both very much. However, they are now orphaned and have been placed in the FHLWPF
She has her hand on perfection
Sweet masculine confection
Who dotes upon her always
In a million if not twenty ways
One man now-forever
The story book prince and lover
But who really knows whats in it for
That girl who lives next door.
And this is just unhappy and complicated. I wasnt really a fan of this construction much because most of the lines I actually liked were lost on the car ride home. I thought I fixed it but then I changed my mind. I wont get rid of it; I am just going to have to do some serious surgery to make it into something I enjoy again. It is currently in a state where I never would have showed it to anyone except that I already have because I thought it wasnt so naked when the other words were around it. It is still naked and it is unhappy with me.
-Jn
Thursday, September 01, 2005
While my house is being attacked by swallows
Make that 3 nights in a row. I like people. Good people anyways. The people that I like.
So today I got to take lots of things appart though it wasnt really appropriate to put them back together. Notes of the day:
- Hissing cockroaches hyperventilate but dont die when you put them in CO2
- It is really hard to find a clam heart when its not beating
- Frogs bleed well but clot fast (we didnt have to kill my guys!!!)
- Mice dont like it when you cut their tales
- It is way easier to bleed a fish from the gills instead of the heart no matter what the proff says
So I got bit by a mouse today which I think is my own fault but I'm not entirely sure. The only reason I know this is because the cockroach chose that particular hole in my body to latch on with his feet. It is extremly difficult to remove a subcutaneous roach. Let me suggest you avoid it at all costs.
I am leaving in a few for a majors meeting and then a bio club meeting officially make myself a complete nerd today. I am ok with it.
Since you read this far I think I will reward you with some more words. I added a few chunks last night and now I think it is done as far as line quantity but maybe not quality. I need to work on actually finishing things so I dont have to keep telling you it is being worked on. I feel kinda self conscious about it. I'm not trying to use it as an excuse or a crutch for poor work. If I think its poor I will just not post it. These things just arent done thats all. Anyways. The point. Or close to it.
:::Poem removed for serious overhaulage and some wanton destruction (9/3/05):::
-Jn
So today I got to take lots of things appart though it wasnt really appropriate to put them back together. Notes of the day:
- Hissing cockroaches hyperventilate but dont die when you put them in CO2
- It is really hard to find a clam heart when its not beating
- Frogs bleed well but clot fast (we didnt have to kill my guys!!!)
- Mice dont like it when you cut their tales
- It is way easier to bleed a fish from the gills instead of the heart no matter what the proff says
So I got bit by a mouse today which I think is my own fault but I'm not entirely sure. The only reason I know this is because the cockroach chose that particular hole in my body to latch on with his feet. It is extremly difficult to remove a subcutaneous roach. Let me suggest you avoid it at all costs.
I am leaving in a few for a majors meeting and then a bio club meeting officially make myself a complete nerd today. I am ok with it.
Since you read this far I think I will reward you with some more words. I added a few chunks last night and now I think it is done as far as line quantity but maybe not quality. I need to work on actually finishing things so I dont have to keep telling you it is being worked on. I feel kinda self conscious about it. I'm not trying to use it as an excuse or a crutch for poor work. If I think its poor I will just not post it. These things just arent done thats all. Anyways. The point. Or close to it.
:::Poem removed for serious overhaulage and some wanton destruction (9/3/05):::
-Jn
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
So the past 2 nights in a row I have had a good long chat with a friend. One friend was the well weathered type and the other is still new enough to have the fresh paint smell. Both of them are guys. I just like guys better. I know a million reasons why but I can't wrap them in words. I think thats ok.
On an unrelated note (whether you believe me or not that it is unrelated) we are talking about breasts and penis size in my sociology class. Its crazy funny to watch the class when he says 'sketchy' words. Then he points out people who squirm which makes it that much more interesting. And even better is the fact that the whole thing is being turned around to an animal and evolutionary perspective. That means some other people who are penis tolerant are still freaking out. Did he use the term evolve? Does that mean he is still a christian? And I am just sitting back and loving it. People are funny. I like to watch people. I really like to watch people squirm.
One more little class bit and I am done. In animal phy we are talking abotu blood and circulation and all of that good stuff. Our prof mentioned that he bought 2 frogs for the lab and they were tiny and cute and he thought we were probably going to have to dissect them to get the blood. Pretty much in one breath just like that only with the smile that says isnt that wicked cool. And some girls from around the way looked a little queasy. Mind you these are also the girls who turned green when I mentioned that saran wrapping a salamander is a bad idea. I understand that some people are really visual. I am too. But the key is to not get freaked out by things that wont actually ever happen. Or to just not freak out. A saran wrapped salamander, though it would be suffocating, would still look pretty cool. Somewhere I lost my point. Anyways I volunteered that I had frogs in the pool out back that were gonna die anyways. (Yes these are the frogs that I was feeding earlier this summer- I still am in fact) So I was commissioned to catch a few frogs and bring them in for show and tell. Meaning I will show them to Dr. Story and he will tell me which one we are gonna kill then show me how to kill it and tell me how to get the blood. The only problem is I got this killer headache playing with the lubricant in theatre cause its nasty stuff and I forgot to grab the necessary implements of destruction like a net and buckets. I remembered when I got home. Fortunately LL has a lot of buckets. I swapped into shorts and went wadding without waders into the mucky nastiness out back becasue i didnt really have another option. Did you know that frogs are fast? And that they swim really well? And that they can stay underwater for a long time? The only reason I ended up with frogs is because I am luck and there are (were) at least 13 frogs in a small space. But its pretty frustrating when they come to rest under the water and they are on your feet. I will get a picture of them tonight if I remember and maybe of them tomorrow only I think the squeamish might not enjoy that.
And now for stolen words. . . I have a poem kicking around in my head but it just wont come out. I have tried force and gentle persuasion but I havent switched to the rewards tactic. I might go that direction tonight we will see. Until then:
Well, it gets so hard to smile
when you're only twenty-one.
When you know that it's all over
though it seems you've just begun.
The laugh tracks cannot cover
those last tracks that you laid.
Not the life that you had asked for
but the life that you have made.
You can find the rest if you click on that happy little link to the right that says travelin ed. He apparently doesnt travel anymore but he rambles. A lot. Eventually I will get around to getting around to changing things on here. But it takes a while to go round especially when you know you will have to do it again.
Froglegs out-Jn
On an unrelated note (whether you believe me or not that it is unrelated) we are talking about breasts and penis size in my sociology class. Its crazy funny to watch the class when he says 'sketchy' words. Then he points out people who squirm which makes it that much more interesting. And even better is the fact that the whole thing is being turned around to an animal and evolutionary perspective. That means some other people who are penis tolerant are still freaking out. Did he use the term evolve? Does that mean he is still a christian? And I am just sitting back and loving it. People are funny. I like to watch people. I really like to watch people squirm.
One more little class bit and I am done. In animal phy we are talking abotu blood and circulation and all of that good stuff. Our prof mentioned that he bought 2 frogs for the lab and they were tiny and cute and he thought we were probably going to have to dissect them to get the blood. Pretty much in one breath just like that only with the smile that says isnt that wicked cool. And some girls from around the way looked a little queasy. Mind you these are also the girls who turned green when I mentioned that saran wrapping a salamander is a bad idea. I understand that some people are really visual. I am too. But the key is to not get freaked out by things that wont actually ever happen. Or to just not freak out. A saran wrapped salamander, though it would be suffocating, would still look pretty cool. Somewhere I lost my point. Anyways I volunteered that I had frogs in the pool out back that were gonna die anyways. (Yes these are the frogs that I was feeding earlier this summer- I still am in fact) So I was commissioned to catch a few frogs and bring them in for show and tell. Meaning I will show them to Dr. Story and he will tell me which one we are gonna kill then show me how to kill it and tell me how to get the blood. The only problem is I got this killer headache playing with the lubricant in theatre cause its nasty stuff and I forgot to grab the necessary implements of destruction like a net and buckets. I remembered when I got home. Fortunately LL has a lot of buckets. I swapped into shorts and went wadding without waders into the mucky nastiness out back becasue i didnt really have another option. Did you know that frogs are fast? And that they swim really well? And that they can stay underwater for a long time? The only reason I ended up with frogs is because I am luck and there are (were) at least 13 frogs in a small space. But its pretty frustrating when they come to rest under the water and they are on your feet. I will get a picture of them tonight if I remember and maybe of them tomorrow only I think the squeamish might not enjoy that.
And now for stolen words. . . I have a poem kicking around in my head but it just wont come out. I have tried force and gentle persuasion but I havent switched to the rewards tactic. I might go that direction tonight we will see. Until then:
Well, it gets so hard to smile
when you're only twenty-one.
When you know that it's all over
though it seems you've just begun.
The laugh tracks cannot cover
those last tracks that you laid.
Not the life that you had asked for
but the life that you have made.
You can find the rest if you click on that happy little link to the right that says travelin ed. He apparently doesnt travel anymore but he rambles. A lot. Eventually I will get around to getting around to changing things on here. But it takes a while to go round especially when you know you will have to do it again.
Froglegs out-Jn
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
The ride home
Elegy (8/30/05 - Catesbiana)
Jaded
Degraded
Fading...fading...faded away
Compose me in a memory
A half-assed elegy
What will the words be?
I just almost made it
But hey-this is me.
-Jn
Jaded
Degraded
Fading...fading...faded away
Compose me in a memory
A half-assed elegy
What will the words be?
I just almost made it
But hey-this is me.
-Jn
Monday, August 29, 2005
Pictures
So I got the web site for Arock's pictures finally. I would post the link but I havent gone through to see if they need to be censored yet. I will let you know. And I have been writing lately but the problem is it is usually when I am driving or in class in such a way that I cannot actually tie the words down on paper. So parts and chunks are always escaping capture and it isnt really working out for me. I will get something out to you soon though. Honest. For now (if it works) here is potentially my favorite shot from the trip. . .
If it doesnt work just click on it and hope for the best. -Jn
Friday, August 26, 2005
Orange you glad...
Today was a pretty damn good day. It took me until dinner time to figure out why. See when I get up at 3 I just sorta throw clothes on and hope that I dont miss any important pieces and that just maybe I will match. Turns out I picked up a pair of orange underwear today from the pile and if you didnt know, the goodness of the day is directly proportional to the orangeness of the underwear.
EM was an idiot and completely forgot to come to animal phys which meant I had to be all intelegent and ask thought provoking questions instead of just being my whitty and obnoxious self but I survived ok. I ate lunch with JH infront of my house (Emery=the bio building) and talked to a million random people that walked by. Today was the first Bio Club Tea which translated into cookout today and after classes were done I went to help out as I am one of the 3 presidents and it seemed like a good idea. I met up with EM to basically run around and cause chaos while we got stuff ready. We also re-faced (instead of defaced) a campus notice. It is so nice to be a senior. I ran around the cookout pretending I was an extrovert and that I really liked people to meet all of the freshmen. I think I am rather intimidating when I function in that capacity but I had a Dr. B mandate so I went. I met another 2n Jenn which brings the department up to 3. Always an improvement. And Levy invited me over to the chem cookout because I am a friend of chemistry which meant that in addition to eating bio club dinner I got Chemistry dinner which is some of the most amazing food I have ever eaten. . . always is. Also did I mention that I am dropping a class to an audit which is nice because I have less work to do, I am at 12 credits, I get to do an independent study with the good Dr. B. later this sem, and a friend can now join the class. Oh yeah and Lz bought me ameretto tonight because I have been craving it since I got back from Peru. Like I said it was a good day. Tomorrow I get to play with set. That should be good as well. mmm. . .
I think the muse is more recovered from the parasite so tonight might be a good night. We will have to see. . .
-Jn
EM was an idiot and completely forgot to come to animal phys which meant I had to be all intelegent and ask thought provoking questions instead of just being my whitty and obnoxious self but I survived ok. I ate lunch with JH infront of my house (Emery=the bio building) and talked to a million random people that walked by. Today was the first Bio Club Tea which translated into cookout today and after classes were done I went to help out as I am one of the 3 presidents and it seemed like a good idea. I met up with EM to basically run around and cause chaos while we got stuff ready. We also re-faced (instead of defaced) a campus notice. It is so nice to be a senior. I ran around the cookout pretending I was an extrovert and that I really liked people to meet all of the freshmen. I think I am rather intimidating when I function in that capacity but I had a Dr. B mandate so I went. I met another 2n Jenn which brings the department up to 3. Always an improvement. And Levy invited me over to the chem cookout because I am a friend of chemistry which meant that in addition to eating bio club dinner I got Chemistry dinner which is some of the most amazing food I have ever eaten. . . always is. Also did I mention that I am dropping a class to an audit which is nice because I have less work to do, I am at 12 credits, I get to do an independent study with the good Dr. B. later this sem, and a friend can now join the class. Oh yeah and Lz bought me ameretto tonight because I have been craving it since I got back from Peru. Like I said it was a good day. Tomorrow I get to play with set. That should be good as well. mmm. . .
I think the muse is more recovered from the parasite so tonight might be a good night. We will have to see. . .
-Jn
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Mental vomit
This is very much like purging my soul. Let me spit out all of the little bits and pieces so that they don't rot inside of me. A rush of poetry, old and new, to excersize the demons that overstimulate the muse. Then maybe I can sleep tonight so that I can work tomorrow. Unless this plan backfires and the muse just torments me that much more.
This one is complicated. ALl of the pieces go together and belong together at least right now but I cannot make them sit in an ordered row. They all exsist together at the same time and the only reason they end up linear is because paper and computers make words function in that way. I might split the pieces up later but you will just have to wait for that. I put it in the best linear order i could come up with but feel free to shuffle in your head. Everytime I read it, I move chunks around again.
Rabbit Hole Thoughts
Spin the world once
How pale is my face?
I haven't seen the light
In a fist full of days
I am tearing down towers
Faster than I rebuild
Reusing broken pieces
Not minding the sick tilt
The world is just a name
I play my life as a game
And all that matters
Is the mad hatter
And his tea parties in the rain
I guess I missed the point
Maybe the swords too small
Or maybe when it comes like this
There is no point at all
But these thoughts just won't wane
I'm so sure I'm to blame
And the ways and the means
Are just dueling queens
Trying to run themselves lame
I've stepped off from reality
I don't know which way is down
I was sinking toward the bottom
But I thought I'd be there by now
(08-24-05 Ipswich)
This one is complicated. ALl of the pieces go together and belong together at least right now but I cannot make them sit in an ordered row. They all exsist together at the same time and the only reason they end up linear is because paper and computers make words function in that way. I might split the pieces up later but you will just have to wait for that. I put it in the best linear order i could come up with but feel free to shuffle in your head. Everytime I read it, I move chunks around again.
Rabbit Hole Thoughts
Spin the world once
How pale is my face?
I haven't seen the light
In a fist full of days
I am tearing down towers
Faster than I rebuild
Reusing broken pieces
Not minding the sick tilt
The world is just a name
I play my life as a game
And all that matters
Is the mad hatter
And his tea parties in the rain
I guess I missed the point
Maybe the swords too small
Or maybe when it comes like this
There is no point at all
But these thoughts just won't wane
I'm so sure I'm to blame
And the ways and the means
Are just dueling queens
Trying to run themselves lame
I've stepped off from reality
I don't know which way is down
I was sinking toward the bottom
But I thought I'd be there by now
(08-24-05 Ipswich)
Peruvian Leftovers
Moving Restless (08-31-05 Bus to Puerto Maltanado)
Trijillo to St. Augustine
Puerto Maltanado to San Juan
I know you'll never catch me
I dont know if you care that I'm gone
So much for well meant intentions
And truth turned into lies
The old city walls still stand
But everything crumbles with time
So I will keep on moving restless
Always hoping to forget
All trace of you in a new place
But it hasnt happened yet
The Airport (08-28-05 Newark Airport)
You bought me a beer in an airport bar
There must be some romance there
Just give me half a chance...
I'll dig it out
Some casual chat and we're on the same plane
There must be some destiny there
A second or two...
I'll find it
You touch my hand as you pass in the isle
There must be some sweetness there
A moment of pause...
I'll let you know
My boyfriend greets me with a long kiss
There must be some cheating there
I dont think...
I'll give it a look
Don't worry, there are still a few more between the teeth waiting to be dredged back out.- Jn
Trijillo to St. Augustine
Puerto Maltanado to San Juan
I know you'll never catch me
I dont know if you care that I'm gone
So much for well meant intentions
And truth turned into lies
The old city walls still stand
But everything crumbles with time
So I will keep on moving restless
Always hoping to forget
All trace of you in a new place
But it hasnt happened yet
The Airport (08-28-05 Newark Airport)
You bought me a beer in an airport bar
There must be some romance there
Just give me half a chance...
I'll dig it out
Some casual chat and we're on the same plane
There must be some destiny there
A second or two...
I'll find it
You touch my hand as you pass in the isle
There must be some sweetness there
A moment of pause...
I'll let you know
My boyfriend greets me with a long kiss
There must be some cheating there
I dont think...
I'll give it a look
Don't worry, there are still a few more between the teeth waiting to be dredged back out.- Jn
The hurting heart sent writing
Sometime between work and class lost in thought in the penthouse (its rough folks). . .
A thousand shards of glass
A thousand words
For every thousand tears
A thousand glass shards shimmer
A perfect picture
For the perfect life
Shattered on the hardwood floor
A beautiful end
For a beautiful disaster
Just look how the pieces glimmer
An infinte curse
For an infinite betrayer
He doesnt love me anymore
And now to Gillies to skip chapel with the best of them. Expect many more in the next few days, I just need to quit forgetting my magic book of colors. -Jn
A thousand shards of glass
A thousand words
For every thousand tears
A thousand glass shards shimmer
A perfect picture
For the perfect life
Shattered on the hardwood floor
A beautiful end
For a beautiful disaster
Just look how the pieces glimmer
An infinte curse
For an infinite betrayer
He doesnt love me anymore
And now to Gillies to skip chapel with the best of them. Expect many more in the next few days, I just need to quit forgetting my magic book of colors. -Jn
Monday, August 22, 2005
It's Been
(Me and Kt, the roommate who isnt a roommate anymore but always will be, standing outside of Dextah, the house that used to be mine, on the first day I was back in MA before I was showered and presentable again because Kt loves me anyways.)
It is crazy to think how long I actually was gone, first from school and people I care about but havent seen for ages and this little bubble I call my home on the North Shore and just how much time I spent out of the states this summer. The weirdest thing is how the time changes effect you. Like I am running on peruvian time which isn't completely devoid of appointments but we were never on time for anything and it was always ok. And even though I am easily distracted it never caused too much of a problem because I always got around to doing what I needed to do eventually. I didnt have to keep so focused on stuff. Stuff happened when it happened. But yeah in 2 days I will have to check myself in to classes and be places on time. I dont know if I can do it.
And then the days are a fairly rigid 12 hours 6 to 6 in Peru but here it stays light until way later which means I dont slow down until way later so I am all kinds of screwed up. But I guess even if I dont reset myself the planet will do it for me cause days are getting shorter here and an alarming rate and soon there will be like 2 hours of sunlight if it isnt snowing. Then I will be a different variety of all screwed up . Sigh.
I tend to enjoy some of the priviledges and pleasures that come from living in the states but I honestly enjoy the south/central american attitude so much better. Arocks and I already have plans for running away to a monkey preserve next summer and maybe country hopping in the process. Graduation present? It is a good dream anyway. No one would send either of us because everyone knows we wouldnt come back. I never intended to come back from Peru in the first place and I'm still not entirely sure how I got here. I just have to keep telling myself, 2 semesters to go and then I can go anywhere. . . or everywhere. . . but at least Peru. There was a point to all of this but I lost it somewhere in the ramble so I guess find your own. But now I have to go about the business of getting ready for classes. I am not done with trip stories in my mind but I probly wont post much more except for the poems. Thats why I really have this blog anyways though so I dont feel too bad.- Jn
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Trip
On the bus from Cuzco to Pt Maltonado sometime around 8am.
The Bus to Cuzco
(7/31/05 the bus ride from Cuzco to Pt. Maltonado)
This too shall pass
This bus and the daze gone by
Night fades to drink to sick sunrise morning
I am on the bus to Cuzco
Where I can again leave you behind
Except in the dark corners of my tired mind
Where every love steeped touch
Is etched beyond erase
And those lonely nights in strangers arms
Serve only to remind
Of what you really took away
-Jn
Strange
Reshaped skulls (Nasca or Inca I think) in a museum in Lima
The jump of the monk at a discotec/resturant on the coast outside of Lima.
A roving catepillar horde on one of the transects.
Dead bird pirate ship in an Italian resturant.
What a long
The Jungle Party Bus before we left it in Pt Maltonado.
So here is the deal, I left the house at about 10 on the 28 of July and got back here around 2:30 on the 20th which puts the total trip time at about 23.5 days. Only about 7.5 of those days (instead of 2 weeks) were actually spent up river on the research station meaning 16 ended up travel/tourist days. Most of the travel days included some sort of touristy activity and all of the touristy days included travel. See the problem was that our tickets from Lima to Pt. Maltonado were sold to the highest bidder or something very much like that so instead of being shipped air freight to the river we had to take a bus. . . more like 3 with some van time. I drove down to CCSU and got a ride to the airport, met up with everyone and flew to Newark to meet a few straglers, then we flew on an overnight flight to lima and got in early. we had to blow a day in lima waiting for the bus that went to Cuzco to leave at 6pm which turned out to bemore like 7 or 8. Lets just say more than one person got drunk on the bus and more than one person got sick enough to puke into the puke receptacles that we did not have. That bus ride was about 22 hours. We crashed in Cuzco for the night to try to 'patch our bones' and got up at 3 to get on a bus to take us to another bus that was all our bus. This happens to be the magical "Jungle Party Bus" There was a little less drinking, a bit more peeing on the side of the road, and way more rain coming in leaky or wont-shut windows. There was also a dance party. The JPB housed us for 29 wonderful hours and had this amazing aroma by the time we finally left in on the outskirts of Pt Maltonado. We took various and sundry forms of transportation to the Madre de Dios river and met up with the research station crew plus boats. The trip up river was about 15 hours with a 12 hour break in the middle known as darkness.
The 'canoes' that hauled us up and down the river.
We left the reasearch station on the 15th in the morning with several bleary eyed passengers and made really good time going down the river. That night we satiated most of our cravings like pizza, french fries, 'good' beer, icecream, and a bit of dancing but a few things like coffee and hot showers had to wait. The next day we flew to Lima. Remember that jungle bus ride that took 29 hours? Well by plane it takes about 45 minutes. Damn. In Lima we picked up the Peruvian Nazi Tour guide and drove to Nazca. At this point we stopped caring how long rides were and only bothered with how much sleep we could get in between her pointless microphone ramblings about land reform. The next day we found a plane or two and did the Nazca lines fly over and got back on the damn bus to drive to Pisco/Paracas/Ica. A night in Paracas (I think, close enough anyways) and then a boat ride in the national park there to see the critters. Then back to the bus and back to Lima for an overnight flight, then to houston and Newark and Hartford. At this point everyone was pretty much home but me who was to exhausted to drive the 3 hours to my house. Instead I crashed at a couple of houses for different length 'naps' and I ferried myself home this afternoon. That is pretty much all the travel so you have some Idea of what days I was where. You should check out a map to see all of the area we covered in our travels. We saw a lot of crap. Sorry there is not much juice to this post but dont worry, more will come later. -Jn
A train of multicars bringing tripmates to the Madre de Dios river.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
It occurs to me
(A national park near Paracas on the coast of Peru)
The Desert Coast (08/17/05 Leaving Paracas, Peru)
Bring me round to something new
Toes in cool sand and
I am with you
Dance then on this desert coast
And hold me while the horizion disapears
Lines between fading as night falls
Sand becomes sky and this time...
This time I really can fly
-Jn
Lately. . .
This would be me home, meaning Ipswich. I am going to post a miriad of stories in a very short chunk of time but I have to type them first and I figured I would chapteratize them so you dont go blind staring at a screen for too long. And dont worry I have a million pictures to post too. -Jn
Monday, August 01, 2005
There and back again
I have been to Hell and it looks a lot like Walmart. The road to Hell is also paved a whole lot like 128. Two things in this area I could do without, except walmart is everywhere so you cant get away from it and the pilgrims used 128 to visit the indians on the first thanksgiving and it needed repaved then so I dont think that will ever change. My nice new knee-high black (rubber) boots are the steel toed version which is nice because I have some nut kicking to do around here. Unfortunately I think it is going to have to wait until after I return from Peru because they are already packed. Per tradition I poured myself a glass of kahlua+milk when I returned home. And yes the bug in the bottom of my p-nut butter glass and no I didnt drink him. He looked so serene in the bottom last little remenants of the drink swirling in the eddy that I just left him. I think it would be a good way to go.
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The sky tonight is full of really bright flashy lights, and Jenna (el perro de LL) is wicked afraid of storms. Poor puppy. I wonder if we get storms down in Peru or just rain? I am now as packed as I can be. My sleeping bag and my toothbrush need crammed in to my over stuffed bag when I am done with them in the morning and I will be on my way. This time I WILL NOT get lost and everything will go according to plan because life works that way. I have no clue what I forgot to pack except a pocket knife and a calculator both of which are at home and the one text book that is most important that didnt come yet. And yeah at this point I am wicked ancy. There will be no sleeping. Which is bad because the next 2+ days are going to be spent traveling probably featuring me as a translator a veces because I am one of the 1.5 people who speak spanish on the trip outside of the proff. God I love life. There was this great little switch in plans and instead of flying from Lima to la Puerto Malanado we are driving. This is stellar because we get to go through the andes!!! and basically just drive through the all of Peru and see what it is about before we hit the jungle. We are gonna be in a nice fancy bus I guess so no chickens and its like a 20 hour trek. We arent even out of the country and plans are changing. I love it. How can people not like to travel. Me and KL were having this discussion today. Apparently I am the only person brave enough to go to Haiti to visit. Why DONT people wanna go to haiti? It's amazing and the people are so beautiful. Sigh. I want to see every square inch of the world. Starting with the mailbox to see if my book came. Lets hope I dont get struck by lightning because that would be a real downer. I probly wont post in the morning but yuns never know. Haha. -Jn
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The sky tonight is full of really bright flashy lights, and Jenna (el perro de LL) is wicked afraid of storms. Poor puppy. I wonder if we get storms down in Peru or just rain? I am now as packed as I can be. My sleeping bag and my toothbrush need crammed in to my over stuffed bag when I am done with them in the morning and I will be on my way. This time I WILL NOT get lost and everything will go according to plan because life works that way. I have no clue what I forgot to pack except a pocket knife and a calculator both of which are at home and the one text book that is most important that didnt come yet. And yeah at this point I am wicked ancy. There will be no sleeping. Which is bad because the next 2+ days are going to be spent traveling probably featuring me as a translator a veces because I am one of the 1.5 people who speak spanish on the trip outside of the proff. God I love life. There was this great little switch in plans and instead of flying from Lima to la Puerto Malanado we are driving. This is stellar because we get to go through the andes!!! and basically just drive through the all of Peru and see what it is about before we hit the jungle. We are gonna be in a nice fancy bus I guess so no chickens and its like a 20 hour trek. We arent even out of the country and plans are changing. I love it. How can people not like to travel. Me and KL were having this discussion today. Apparently I am the only person brave enough to go to Haiti to visit. Why DONT people wanna go to haiti? It's amazing and the people are so beautiful. Sigh. I want to see every square inch of the world. Starting with the mailbox to see if my book came. Lets hope I dont get struck by lightning because that would be a real downer. I probly wont post in the morning but yuns never know. Haha. -Jn
What I meant to say
Last night/ yesterday was a bizarre day. I never made it to walmart and I infact never made it to packing. I just started out upstairs when the yankees fan came back over. (I can't call him Jills friend because he is really more my friend than hers at this point and I have no clue what else to call him though he is much nicer than a YF proper because he prefers football and hates the patriots) He was over for the workday and he was actually going to spend the night here but one of the other random parties of said workday invited him over instead. He knew LL was at work but he stopped by early because he had run out of places to go. So I got to play hostess because my mother has trained me well (mumble mumble #*$&^ groan) to and interuption and an inconvience known as the YF. And the whole time I have Fr Lias in he back ground reminding me to 'Honor all persons'. My vote is still out. If nothing else he is interesting and he asks good questions- which is a well respected quality. He also detests smalltalk (as do I) so we skipped over the weather and what I did today and talked about more important things like serving people with disabilities and why field biology is in general amazing and yeah why the patriots just suck. (HA!)
The cat wanted you to know that:
jukhuuuuuuuuuu
For whatever that is worth.
But like I said my vote is still out. When LL came home small talk kinda seeped into deeper conversation and I transfered my powers of thought to another venue. I felt bad for YF but there wasnt much I can do. LL needs smalltalk as a platform for any deeper thoughts that are to come out later. I'm sure YF will be around at some point in the future cause the hippies have this weird community thing going on apparently and they pop in and out and around for one thing or another. Damn hippies.
I am here until LL gets back with YF and a door in case rotorooter shows up on time (they are already 11 whole minutes late- my goodness) then I am headed out to work on a paper/presentation with the good Dr. B. I honestly only share these seemingly mundane occurances because in actuallity I had a whole different variety of mundane planned out for my week up here.
Oh yeah and I am still having wicked weird dreams. Something is seriously up with those damn poplar trees on the hill back home because I am trying with all of my might to get rid of the damn things subconsciously by blowing them up chopping them down or sending lightning their way. And yes, last night there was even a death maze. But the beat plays on. . . even while I sleep.
Anyways, here is a poem for all of the troubles you went to to read this far. It was my original point to posting but I got lost somewhere in the mix. (I think when there are more people around to talk to the mundane will slip out of the postings-just a hunch)
What I mean to say. . . (7/31/05- Thermarest, bedroom camping)
I promise you
I don't want to...
I didn't look at you that way.
I swear to you
You didn't hear...
That's not what I meant to say.
I never meant
For all of this...
This is unraveling to a mess.
A misplaced touch
Didn't mean much...
Let me tell you 'it couldn't mean less.'
What do I do
To convince you...
Can't you pretend this all away?
-Jn
The cat wanted you to know that:
jukhuuuuuuuuuu
For whatever that is worth.
But like I said my vote is still out. When LL came home small talk kinda seeped into deeper conversation and I transfered my powers of thought to another venue. I felt bad for YF but there wasnt much I can do. LL needs smalltalk as a platform for any deeper thoughts that are to come out later. I'm sure YF will be around at some point in the future cause the hippies have this weird community thing going on apparently and they pop in and out and around for one thing or another. Damn hippies.
I am here until LL gets back with YF and a door in case rotorooter shows up on time (they are already 11 whole minutes late- my goodness) then I am headed out to work on a paper/presentation with the good Dr. B. I honestly only share these seemingly mundane occurances because in actuallity I had a whole different variety of mundane planned out for my week up here.
Oh yeah and I am still having wicked weird dreams. Something is seriously up with those damn poplar trees on the hill back home because I am trying with all of my might to get rid of the damn things subconsciously by blowing them up chopping them down or sending lightning their way. And yes, last night there was even a death maze. But the beat plays on. . . even while I sleep.
Anyways, here is a poem for all of the troubles you went to to read this far. It was my original point to posting but I got lost somewhere in the mix. (I think when there are more people around to talk to the mundane will slip out of the postings-just a hunch)
What I mean to say. . . (7/31/05- Thermarest, bedroom camping)
I promise you
I don't want to...
I didn't look at you that way.
I swear to you
You didn't hear...
That's not what I meant to say.
I never meant
For all of this...
This is unraveling to a mess.
A misplaced touch
Didn't mean much...
Let me tell you 'it couldn't mean less.'
What do I do
To convince you...
Can't you pretend this all away?
-Jn
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