What must I do to get the MAN love?
Hunting's better this season, what with the warmer temperatures and increasing technology. The deer aren't freezing during the summer, and the turkey are taking advantage of more people glued to their screens.
How about those Mets! Didn't they beat the Bulls the other night something fierce? And I think I heard Manchester United is coming into town this summer to play the Seahawks at some point. I'm stoked. Byron James. Heck yes. Bring the beer.
Weiner is retarded! He thought he had to live up to his name. Osama for prez! Palin for Secretary of State! Let's bring back Newt! Less taxes! More money for hunting! Gun rights! Bomb a new country!
I did 487 pushups in a minute last night before bed. No biggie. I think tomorrow's a rest day, so I'll just be doing 350.
Look at that girl. She's a 9! Smokin! *Repugnant whistle
I got the new Z56 Turbo Torque Reinforced Stainless Steel monkey wrench the other night. For my lawn chair, sucka! And I welded two push mowers together for twice the cutting width.
I grilled steak for every meal last month until I found the secret: sweat. Drizzle a little sweat over the sauce after exactly 5 minutes and 16 seconds and wa-BAM shi-ZAM you got yourself some real steak.
Noticed seven new beard hairs when I shaved again after lunch today.
...I can't do it. Thanks for reading anyway, Ben.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Shine your shoes and wipe your... face
A small project from Peru days. One of the many results of slight boredom, curiosity, and learning. Forgive me.
I just wish I'd remembered to take a picture every single day. Oh the regrets.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Rainier then Tennessee
Yesterday at some point, I was thinking about running and I remembered about long runs. So I decided that tomorrow would be my long run. Which was today. So this morning I got up and started my long run. I went east today, in search of more air and greenery instead of the usual looping and re-looping of these dumb suburban neighborhood roads.
Turns out at one point along my selected route, the view and direction conveniently open up beautifully to a nice vista of Mt. Rainier. I was just rounding a long, gradual corner, minding my own business when suddenly there was this shimmering, white, majestic unicorn mountain in the distance, kind of poking out over the trees. That was a nice surprise. It only lasted a couple minutes as I soon had to turn left and get swallowed up in the ridiculous amount of traffic there is at 6 a.m.
But I eventually got to my objective: a street that, based on google map's view, looked a little more quiet and green. It was immediately a most welcome little street. I was running near Cohutta again, with a relatively narrow road, rolling hills (for the .3 miles I went), and the tantalizing odor of horse sh...adows.
Oh! Now it's 7 o'clock. Time to watch the Tour of Switzerland.
Here's a google map version of that view of Mt. Rainier after that long corner. It's probably better than what I saw this morning. Just kidding. I could actually see the mountain loud and clear.
Turns out at one point along my selected route, the view and direction conveniently open up beautifully to a nice vista of Mt. Rainier. I was just rounding a long, gradual corner, minding my own business when suddenly there was this shimmering, white, majestic unicorn mountain in the distance, kind of poking out over the trees. That was a nice surprise. It only lasted a couple minutes as I soon had to turn left and get swallowed up in the ridiculous amount of traffic there is at 6 a.m.
But I eventually got to my objective: a street that, based on google map's view, looked a little more quiet and green. It was immediately a most welcome little street. I was running near Cohutta again, with a relatively narrow road, rolling hills (for the .3 miles I went), and the tantalizing odor of horse sh...adows.
Oh! Now it's 7 o'clock. Time to watch the Tour of Switzerland.
Here's a google map version of that view of Mt. Rainier after that long corner. It's probably better than what I saw this morning. Just kidding. I could actually see the mountain loud and clear.
Monday, June 13, 2011
1 a.m. Tired
It's been four weeks since I flew out of Lima. Obviously, a lot has changed since then. But frankly, a lot hasn't.
Brosef's coming home tomorrow as long as the ash doesn't hold him back. Dad's starting another writing sesh. And Mom and Stef hold down the fort like the troopers that they are. I keep eating my bananas and almonds and ruining my eyesight.
Speaking of which, I'm almost done with the book I started before leaving for Peru and had to postpone until getting back. Ben read it. A Sense of the World. I just got to the part where he'd officially become the most traveled person in the world. Lieutenant Holman. A blind man. And the book I just got from the library to read next is the one Nick recommended recently, Crashing Through—about another blind man. Maybe I'm unknowingly preparing myself to become blind.
Life is beautiful. Isn't it? Good, good, good. Right, right, right. Now, how can I make it even better?
Brosef's coming home tomorrow as long as the ash doesn't hold him back. Dad's starting another writing sesh. And Mom and Stef hold down the fort like the troopers that they are. I keep eating my bananas and almonds and ruining my eyesight.
Speaking of which, I'm almost done with the book I started before leaving for Peru and had to postpone until getting back. Ben read it. A Sense of the World. I just got to the part where he'd officially become the most traveled person in the world. Lieutenant Holman. A blind man. And the book I just got from the library to read next is the one Nick recommended recently, Crashing Through—about another blind man. Maybe I'm unknowingly preparing myself to become blind.
Life is beautiful. Isn't it? Good, good, good. Right, right, right. Now, how can I make it even better?
Fiends will never seeUnless they sit with meCollecting sandKing of my landI look insideNight is to hideGone are the knightsLosing their fightsIslands and rocksAccelerating clocksRight as rain
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