You wiped out on your ten-speed.
I bought a bike.
It's not a very good bike. I think it was, once... but now it's rickety and rusty. Nonetheless, I have a strange doting affection for it it because it is mine and I have it and I lock it up and take it out on the town. I do need a bike seat cover, though... not enough cushion for my tushion.
Today I bought a watermelon and a pineapple and carried them home on my back on my bike. In summer I crave fresh fruits irresistibly... at least I am staving off the scurvy. Hopefully these full fruits will last through the week... though I am nearly half done with the piña.
I am truly having trouble writing my paper. I get distracted. I want to write it, and I want it to be so good it will knock the wool socks off all the scholars... I know the time will continue to creep away from me like it already has. I have done most of the research and digging... I've even outlined and broken it up. I just need to pound it out to its completion. I feel simply inadequate. I'm not a Wordsworth scholar... I just know a lot of things about Wordsworth. And some things about lyric poetry. And some things about lyric theory. And some things about Henry Vaughan. And some things about quality composition and persuasive writing. But I am still an impostor.
Last night I finally took a break from the workweek and saw SpeedRacer with Morgan, John, Josh, Spencer, Kimmy and Kiley (the latter two I had never met, but turned out to be very nice girls, unlike the former four, who do not make very nice girls at all). SpeedRacer had a surprisingly energetic and uplifting moral. Hollywood sometimes surprises. Meet the Robinsons, The Incredibles, A Series of Unfortunate Events, SpeedRacer - these aren't really action movies, or dramas or comedies. These are hours-long promotions of meaningful nuclear family relationships, unity, trust and support. This surprises me. These are far better than Baby Mama. Perhaps truth needs a veil nowadays. I also see meaningful themes in recent superhero movies - which, for all I can see, aren't about 'fighting bad guys' or 'saving the world' or even 'getting the girl' but instead are about fearless faith and good-deed-doing - even when these acts barely dent the full gamut of malice in the world.
well.
I also have a crush on William Hazlitt.
Paper writing is now!
(and then in an hour or two I will go home and make Spanakopita for the birthday potluck I must attend. phoo!)
It's not a very good bike. I think it was, once... but now it's rickety and rusty. Nonetheless, I have a strange doting affection for it it because it is mine and I have it and I lock it up and take it out on the town. I do need a bike seat cover, though... not enough cushion for my tushion.
Today I bought a watermelon and a pineapple and carried them home on my back on my bike. In summer I crave fresh fruits irresistibly... at least I am staving off the scurvy. Hopefully these full fruits will last through the week... though I am nearly half done with the piña.
I am truly having trouble writing my paper. I get distracted. I want to write it, and I want it to be so good it will knock the wool socks off all the scholars... I know the time will continue to creep away from me like it already has. I have done most of the research and digging... I've even outlined and broken it up. I just need to pound it out to its completion. I feel simply inadequate. I'm not a Wordsworth scholar... I just know a lot of things about Wordsworth. And some things about lyric poetry. And some things about lyric theory. And some things about Henry Vaughan. And some things about quality composition and persuasive writing. But I am still an impostor.
Last night I finally took a break from the workweek and saw SpeedRacer with Morgan, John, Josh, Spencer, Kimmy and Kiley (the latter two I had never met, but turned out to be very nice girls, unlike the former four, who do not make very nice girls at all). SpeedRacer had a surprisingly energetic and uplifting moral. Hollywood sometimes surprises. Meet the Robinsons, The Incredibles, A Series of Unfortunate Events, SpeedRacer - these aren't really action movies, or dramas or comedies. These are hours-long promotions of meaningful nuclear family relationships, unity, trust and support. This surprises me. These are far better than Baby Mama. Perhaps truth needs a veil nowadays. I also see meaningful themes in recent superhero movies - which, for all I can see, aren't about 'fighting bad guys' or 'saving the world' or even 'getting the girl' but instead are about fearless faith and good-deed-doing - even when these acts barely dent the full gamut of malice in the world.
well.
I also have a crush on William Hazlitt.
Paper writing is now!
(and then in an hour or two I will go home and make Spanakopita for the birthday potluck I must attend. phoo!)