Operation: Healthy Hilary

My resolutions, it would appear, seem to come out for my birthday as opposed to new year's. I've decided to make some changes in my life, less takeout food (i.e. GREASE), more exercise (running), being outside more (running in the park, working outside more, etc.), and other things that I hope will make me a happier, healthier human being. I hadn't bought any chocolate in a week, I've replaced my traditional go-to snack with apples. I'm cooking a lot more, and not the fake cooking packaged things with pouches that miraculously turn into something edible. I've gotten Chinese once in the last two weeks. I haven't had pizza since April 14. I've been running every day since Sunday. My only exception is today, because I did something nasty to my knee and can't even walk up and down the stairs without grimacing. It's resting on top of Adam's giant bouncy ball, one of those Icy Hot bandages doin' it's thang on it. I guess I should have a) stretched more b) not sprinted so soon c) not pushed myself so hard so quickly? I don't know. If it still hurts in a few days I'm gonna get it checked out, but all my other aches and pains and sore body parts healed within a day or two, so I'm hoping this knee will follow suit.

Anyway. I'm frustrated with my knee and feel landlocked. I usually walk home on Thursdays from the Slope, but something told me I shouldn't when my legs cry from just sitting down and standing up. Sigh. I feel whiny. And antsy. And I really wanted to go running today. Stupid knee.

Crooner

I frequently feel like I was born in the wrong time period, considering all the old fogie stuff I like. BUT, if I weren't born NOW, I wouldn't be able to enjoy it all quite so much. So THERE.


I have a crush on a crooner from bygone days. And oh, when he sings, I melt.


Dear me, I can't stop laughing at this one.


Or this one. The choreography! How fluidly he moves! /s

And here I WOULD post a video of Danny Kaye doing "Choreography" from White Christmas, but alas the video has been taken down from youtube. Blast! In any case, my point is, as good as Andy Russell sounds, he sure can't dance.

Although, now that I think of it, he reminds me of Michael Bublé...

Lazy Rainy Sunday

Having a lazy day, which started off right by watching football. The real kind. It isn't really raining right now, just a lot of residual wetness and broken tree limbs strewn about from yesterday's crazy storm (my poor umbrella!). There's a sad and sparse festival on Church Ave, five or more blocks barricaded by police, for a mere handful of booths. I wonder if it weren't for the weather if the turnout'd be better? Or if it's just always such a despondent event..

Other lazy things include:

Eating a Bacon Cheeseburger, om nom nom, what a terrible Jew I make...

Dipping into some hot steaming bubbles

Drinking tea leisurely

Grocery shopping

Cleaning my rooooom

Working on website

So not entirely lazy, no.

*update 3:01 pm*

Sadness is not having enough hot water to fill the bathtub. This makes no sense to me. We've always had enough hot water to fill the second floor tub, and at least enough for a shower after. I am the only one home today, there should be more than enough hot water, and yet, my bath is luke warm at best. I'm going old school. Two of our largest pots are boiling as I type.

*update 3:27 pm*

Of course, AFTER I've successfully boiled pots of water and step into my nice steamy bath the hot water comes back.

Overheard

Person A: "I'm taking a break from alcohol."
Person B: "You want a beer then?"

Get back to where you once belonged

I'll go by my first name or Ms. v. Last name too hard to pronounce for most anyway.


Shannon will be tickled pink. And Sarah. And Luce. And Andy. And Joe, Mickey, Barry, and Penny, all of them. This is such the right decision to make.

Art Heartbreak

There isn't enough time to do all that I want to do in this life. In other words: I haven't had time to pick up a brush or a pencil in months. Which is devastatingly depressing. I want my art supplies back. I want to have the smell of turpentine overcome me, the scent of oils filling my nostrils, paint caking on my fingers, need to wash several times with that orange scrub in order to fully rinse off. I want to draw the random figures I see when I stare in a carpet long enough. I want to doodle scenes from life, capture moments in time. Pine pine, yearn yearn. My time is instead spent creating digitally. Which has its ups. But it has its downs. And one of those downs is that I can't hold or smell or touch what it is I am creating. So I'm knitting again. Because at least those materials are on this side of the country and I can feel and see what it is I am making.

I want to run away with nothing but a sketchbook and a case of pencils. I'll move to Paris and draw pedestrians. Sell my drawings for pennies. I would be happy.

I want to live in a world in which it is okay not to make money, to do nothing but art all day long, to cook delicious foods from one's own garden, and be completely and utterly content.


I'm not 25 today. Why do I feel like I'm having a quarter-life crisis?

Engine Heart

Oh, were it to stop
My tick tock, tick tock clock
Oh, were it to stop
Beat beat beat
Beat beat beat
Sleep sleep sleep
Sleep

You have a light on your butt!

Save the firefly, don't flash the neighbors. Silly firefly, you should be outside!

Not down the drain, silly spider!

Save the spider, flash the neighbors.

Les Papillons

Learn your butterflies:

Don't trust those, they're different for a reason. [You should know by now!] Bad butterflies.

The good butterflies are good. Splendid, beautiful, marvelous, and s'wonderful. Stick to those, even if they cannot yet be found.

60 seconds got together and they decided to become a minute OR scaredy cat

Imagination can be stronger than reality. Ideas of possibilities run amok until reason and rationality kick in.

Don't pick that fruit: it isn't ripe yet. It looks better than it tastes.

ça ne fait rien

Poetry Reading + Jazz = Happiness

jazz in the cafe, and jazz in the streets, six grand pianos are hard to beat!

Off to the Cornelia Street Cafe!

you move too fast

Slow down, caterpillar!

(stop, look, and listen!)

Hungrypants

Hunger McHungrypants went to the kitchen.

Sleepy McSleepypants went to the zoo.

(Smelly McSmellypants went to the park,

and Scaredy McScaredypants slept in the dark.)

Now Scratchy McScratchypants couldn't stop itchin'

And told us all that we would be bitchin'

If we'd been a buffet for a thousand mosquitos

And didn't have lotion to stop all the kvetchin'

out of sight

Moonless nights don't miss the light.


Similar to candy, bacon, or cigarettes - you crave it even though you know it's bad for you.

I get high from the sky

Kitten highs and sky highs. That's what it's all about. And other highs, and butterflies.



I start to rhyme when I have a good time.

Patrick Stewart narrates realistic fantasy

double: animal food chain, keeping it in order according to territory (i.e. dominant male challenged); feudalism and serfdom, vassals, etc.

ps. we stole the dragon's fire

???

Celebrity Gossip

Doesn't all this hype with Britney Spears (and Amy Winehouse) just bespeak of the troubles and shit we are all going through?

Is it any wonder that Britney Spears' career has gone up and down with the way America is seen in the world's eyes? Is her mental breakdown not the microcosm of America's breakdown?

Feminism

Why is there still a war among women? Why must we be forced to choose between family and career? Why is there this stigma still? Why do "stay at homes" frown on "career women"? Why do "career women" think the "stay at homes" are out to get them? Why can't we, as a single sex, understand that the feminist movement gave us the right to choose, to make this choice, and not to prescribe one avenue for females to take?

I wish I had night vision.

I can hear an owl outside my window.