A Smattering of Things That Have Made Me Happy in the Last Few Days

1.  Using the word smattering

2.  Donating children's playing cards b/c it gets them out of my way

3.  Bowling

4.  Hearing "Love You in the Fall"

5.  Picking up my newly tailored pants

6.  Signing up for a couple of classes

7.  Dinners with good friends

8.  Trivia tomorrow

Seoul Food

The most interesting thing about Korean food?  No fork and knives, just a spoon and chopsticks. Oh, and you cut your meat with scissors. Cutting the meat was the best part of the meal - after the pork that is.  

If you're looking for some good music, I recommend the new(ish) Rilo Kiley CD. It's pretty fabulous.  

It's been a week since I posted, and I feel like I need to post something else but I can't say that I have that much to say.  My mind is kind of blissfully blank. That pretty much NEVER happens so I think I should enjoy it while I can.  

Of course I do have plenty of strange ideas left in me.  Here's one. Remember the Super Bowl commercial for Tide with the talking stain? It was a guy on an interview and the interviewer couldn't hear anything because any time the guy would go to talk, the stain would start yelling nonsense.  I was thinking that it would be nice if bruises could do that and tell you where they came from.  Of course, if you're not someone who has bruises all over your body 90% of the time, it might not be as intriguing a thought.  I remember a friend in college laughing and breathlessly saying, as her boyfriend tickled her, "Stop!  I bruise easily!"  I should have a t-shirt that says that.  

Saturday morning I looked down and had a bruise on my knee. Nothing bad. I'm sure I just bumped into something.  Lack of depth perception makes it hard to navigate corners and the tops of desks. So, no big deal.  But then I'm brushing my hair, and I see that I have one of the nastiest bruises I've had on the inside of my left arm.  I have no idea how I did it.  I did have my arm hooked over a metal chair for a large part of Friday night, but surely that couldn't bruise me, could it? Anyway, a talking bruise to say, "hey stupid, this is what you did." would be nice. In all aspects, I don't like not knowing.   

A do run run a do run run

I got a knee brace today.  I've spent lots of time analyzing the problem, and in my mind, even though the injury is at the back of my leg, I think that the brace giving extra support to that area may be just the thing.  We'll see.  I'm not looking forward to starting from scratch, but maybe with my aches and pains under control I'll progress faster than before.  I can't believe after all I complained about it, I'm trying it again but it's that stubborn streak in me as much as anything else, I'm sure.  That and I really liked the structure that training gave me.  I need that.    

Not today, maybe tomorrow

I'm sure, by now, that everyone is familiar with the story of the woman who spent two years in her bathroom and eventually had to be removed (toilet seat and all) from the bathroom and taken to the hospital.  This story completely dumbfounds me for reasons that I am sure are apparent to all people who don't get so much comfort from their bathrooms that they decide to live in them.  

The part of the story that really struck me and the part that broke my heart was in one of the earlier stories I read.  They quoted this woman's boyfriend as saying that he had tried to get her to leave the bathroom.  And he said that she always said the same thing, "Not today, maybe tomorrow."  I think that may be one of the saddest things I've ever heard.  With that one statement, I almost understand. We may not live in our bathrooms for two years, but I know from personal experience, everyone has their own "not today, maybe tomorrow" scenario.     

On the Road

My friend Josh and I were emailing about Jack Kerouac the other day (which makes it sound like a much more literate conversation than it actually was), and I decided to check Wikipedia to get the penny tour of his life, since to be honest, I've never read any of his stuff.  After I read this though, I think I'm going to have to change that.  It's lovely.  

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."

Just lovely.

My internet is working tonight; that's an improvement.  And just because I read something about them and love them and then remembered I had these pictures, I present to you - THE AVETT BROTHERS.

Is this a good time to mention my attraction to beards and rockabilly?  

Squishy discomfort + inappropriate laughter = mammogram

For the last three days, my internet has only been working in the morning.  Whaaaa?