Tennis today at, oddly enough, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Excellent courts, insane workout, dead left forearm. It is reassuring to know that I have not entirely lost my tennis mad skillz of yore. Not quite so reassuring: the number of actions I am presently unable to perform with my left arm. See: using chopsticks, lifting bottles of water to ( Read more... )

Hectic-ity! So first off, Dempsey with F to watch J perform. In between flirting my way out of the awful table mix (wasabi chips - um, ew), I was tuned into J's set. J, whom I now have a teensy crush on, has a wonderful voice, and managed to pick the exact songs I would've requested if she had given me a chance to. All this makes her choice of ( Read more... )

I received an email last night from someone asking me to write about my skydiving experiences because he/she was going for his/her first jump soon. It's weird, I didn't think I had anymore readers that I didn't also know in real life; changing blog addresses every few months / not updating for weeks at a time tends to shake off most recurring ( Read more... )

So I'm dorking it out on a twerpy rental bike today, and, I swear, every 100m or so I would see someone that would look so horribly familiar that I'd do one of those unfunny double takes and cycle with my head craned 180 degrees to the rear. Flash forward to an hour or so later, and we're discussing the incredibly underaged hottie in one of the ( Read more... )

Well! The first sunny day in like, a century meant my first physical activity in like, a century. (Okay two.) Unfortunately, initial enthusiasm at leaving my frankly-quite-rank computer seat was dampened by an extremely untimely attack of the Woman Thing ( Read more... )

But since that episode of Arrested Development, I've never quite been able to say those words without snorting a little.

Isn't it always the case that, on days that you have windsurfing planned, it's pissing bucketing pouring just VOMITING rain from like, ten in the morning? And then when you have umpiring you want desperately to end, the clouds ( Read more... )

Sooo... surfing in Bali was pretty good. Aside from, as I am sure I have described in far fuller detail to some of you, the bits wherein I was bitchslapped around by the waves like a little girl. And oh, the breakout. Let's not forget the breakout. (My mother: "I think it's all the dead people juice that's causing it." Can you see where I get it ( Read more... )

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I've been having one of those scarily good stretches of time. Time like when the weather's good, your days are filled with exciting activities, and even the threat of impending work-related doom doesn't seem that bad. Most importantly for me though (and feel free to skip this bit if you're not, you know, me), it's that feeling of getting better, ( Read more... )

When words are all one has to go on, then it is on these words that an impression is formed. If no further explanation is made, then the plain meaning of the words will be taken. If there are no actions to refute the obvious meaning, then that is the understanding that one will leave with ( Read more... )