So my Islam course is interesting. I can't say that it's well taught, but I think I enjoy it. As a throwback to the Irondale kids, the professor reminds me of Heslin. For those who don't know his greatness, an explanation follows. Mr. Heslin taught high school poetry, which means it's a joke. Anyone at the high school level who likes poetry ( Read more... )

Of course someone has already made a facebook group supporting the new republican vice presidential candidate. What I find truly ironic, is that they're from Mexico. Are they simply part of the Mexico network or is this an effort to sabotage the US political system? If the CIA can do it to half of Central America why can't they take a shot back ( Read more... )

I wish I could be
this superstitious.

At least they're also coordinating education and community policies into it. I suppose I can support that.

Strange night ( Read more... )

It's fun how quickly life can change gears ( Read more... )

So my coworker now wears something that smells a lot like Clinique Happy . . .
It's hard to be in the same room as that for too long.
On another note, I think my next random task will be song writing. We'll see if that one gets as far as the rest or if I pick up some sense and start studying for the GRE.

I just spent the last three or four hours across from choices I didn't have to make. That felt good. My official ultimatum is that I'm done hurting for other people when it doesn't get them anywhere. We'll see if that last through next week. We'll see if that lasts through tomorrow. I'm relieved that there's someone I'm (in my vague way) ( Read more... )

Look at me run
Look at me hide
Maybe the fact that you can implies that I'm not very good at it
Maybe I don't have to care?

Foot-in-mouth disease conspired to give me more time to sail. Which is a bonus as I only just made it in on time. So after six unsuccessful attempts, I was finally able to go sailing! There was virtually no wind, which was probably why no one else was out sailing, but it was still enjoyable. Perhaps most importantly, I didn't flip the boat or ( Read more... )

The light rain on a warm summer day mirrors jazz. Defined points of cold distill the complex sensations of the world down to the distinct points on the skin. In the rush of the world, I often forget the small sensations that build into perception. Each slight impingement by the rain demands my attention. Each point highlights an individual spot ( Read more... )