Do you looth?
I encountered three middle-aged Native American individuals in the bus stop vestibule this morning. One was in a wheelchair and drinking a giant bottle of brandy. 9:15 a.m. I saw two of them in the light rail vestibule this evening. They were drunk off their asses and swigging from an almost empty bottle of vodka. 5:45. They are homeless: they asked me for money for dinner. I gave them a $5 Quizno's gift card. So sad. So stupid. Drinking their days away, when they're not going to have the money to pay for the health care they'll need after they ruin their bodies. Easy for me to say.
I'm waiting to recognize myself in one of the 69 love songs. It's a totally narcissistic and self-indulgent quest: I feel like I'm dating myself, which is GREAT. It's also a bit like listening to songs in a foreign language, since I can't pick up what the song is really about the first few times.
I was in Duluth Monday-Wednesday at the Duluth Energy & Design Conference, yay! What a beautiful town. It's right on Lake Superior, built into the hillside like a New England town, rocky and craggy, harbor infiltrating everywhere, crawling with drawbridges, bubbling with brick, and shrouded in industrial mist. Look at photos here: Lift Bridge RIGHT downtown, Houses on the Hill, Brick and Smokestacks, Hilly Street Straight to Waaaater.
My brain is crawling with all sorts of avenues for increasing efficiencies, advocating for change, taking small steps at work, and painting the world beautiful! As always, the multitude of ideas will cancel themselves out, not allowing me to concentrate on just one, and my inspirations shall deflate, leaving me with token gestures toward once-grand flights of fancy. Show me a dreamer off which to ramp up my enthusiasms! Grant me expertise in something, anything!
And for God's sake (a rhetorical God), help me to return a book I borrowed from the Public Museum of Grand Rapids 2 years ago promising to donate it to Wesleyan, which I didn't do because Michigan indian burial mounds are not incredibly relevant to a Connecticut university. I wanted to use it to polish off my senior essay, but I haven't used it and by now if I want to get parts of it published (would be niiiiice), I have to go back to the woman at the museum from whom I borrowed it to make sure my information is still current. And to do that I have to explain what I was doing with the book for 2 years! Aaagh!
I'm waiting to recognize myself in one of the 69 love songs. It's a totally narcissistic and self-indulgent quest: I feel like I'm dating myself, which is GREAT. It's also a bit like listening to songs in a foreign language, since I can't pick up what the song is really about the first few times.
I was in Duluth Monday-Wednesday at the Duluth Energy & Design Conference, yay! What a beautiful town. It's right on Lake Superior, built into the hillside like a New England town, rocky and craggy, harbor infiltrating everywhere, crawling with drawbridges, bubbling with brick, and shrouded in industrial mist. Look at photos here: Lift Bridge RIGHT downtown, Houses on the Hill, Brick and Smokestacks, Hilly Street Straight to Waaaater.
My brain is crawling with all sorts of avenues for increasing efficiencies, advocating for change, taking small steps at work, and painting the world beautiful! As always, the multitude of ideas will cancel themselves out, not allowing me to concentrate on just one, and my inspirations shall deflate, leaving me with token gestures toward once-grand flights of fancy. Show me a dreamer off which to ramp up my enthusiasms! Grant me expertise in something, anything!
And for God's sake (a rhetorical God), help me to return a book I borrowed from the Public Museum of Grand Rapids 2 years ago promising to donate it to Wesleyan, which I didn't do because Michigan indian burial mounds are not incredibly relevant to a Connecticut university. I wanted to use it to polish off my senior essay, but I haven't used it and by now if I want to get parts of it published (would be niiiiice), I have to go back to the woman at the museum from whom I borrowed it to make sure my information is still current. And to do that I have to explain what I was doing with the book for 2 years! Aaagh!