Thanks to Daniel and my birthday (not yet but soon), I have joined the army of the white ear buds. Thing is, I don't like ear buds because they hurt. So I'm more of a lurking member of the army, a secret agent if you will, with my own set of headphones that I like just fine ( Read more... )

I am strong, I am able ( Read more... )

When I have very strong coffee, I don't just get hyper like a normal person. Oh no.

I have a strong urge to clean and/or organize everything in the house, and I tend to dance around as I go from task to task.

Yet another reason why it's good that I have the house all to myself during the day.

Fogginess outside may make for a dramatic view from my window, but it makes the house itself gloomy, dark and cold. I've had too much coffee for such an environment and I've been working all morning. It's high time for a break.

Fairway for crackers. Zabars for cheeses and anything else I find wonderful there. Martin Bros. for wine.

It's snowing.

There is nothing to do until the 27th but research and write. I have to find a gap in research for two classes and, in one, merely propose a research outline and my thoughts on what to do if the results are significant. I've found my question for that one, though I don't like it much. I have to keep asking myself why it's important. "Because ( Read more... )

A week and a day spent in New Orleans, Baton Rouge and the surrounding areas, knocking on doors of FEMA trailers and hotel rooms, alongside 30 other strangers-cum-friends, wanting to know if I can hear their stories and offer them nothing more than some children's toys in return. Burning out after 7 of such interviews each day, tired of the rain ( Read more... )

You know, it was a nice morning. I had a large pot of coffee that I had almost finished, I was catching up on emails and reading the news. Then Ramon knocks on the door and tells me that we need to be clear on the "garbage situation." I understand that I can be better about my recycling, but I think everyone can say that and I certainly can't ( Read more... )

Restless. Oh so restless.

I've come to hate.

Cowardice. Not just fear, but ignoble fear in the face of only the possibility of pain.

Cowardice. To sit and watch something you love rage and break and eventually leave without doing the very known and simple thing that will save it all.

I have never had to use the term until now.

A coward ( Read more... )

On the A train yesterday, I heard a gangsta'fied rendition of the whole if you love something set it free spiel ( Read more... )