The Misspent Life

Ahhh

So I've chucked out what will probably be my final draft of my statement of purpose.  It will vary a bit from school to school, but the general drift is the same.

I'm not happy with it, in case you are wondering.  I'm not happy with it because it is impossible for me to capture the joy and excitement that my interests bring me in this format.  As I am thinking about the ideas I have I feel like I am in one of those money closets on game shows, with $500 bills flying around and around my head.  Everywhere I look, everywhere I reach is happiness (spare me the money DNE happiness bit), so my statement seems a little like a Jackson Pollack painting, with spurts and splashes and lots of jotting.  THERE IS JUST SO MUCH AND IT COMES FROM ALL DIRECTIONS!!!

It is Now Sunday

With all due respect to both Blimpish and Morrisey, it is, in fact, not cloudy or grey here in Chicago.

It is Really Saturday

It seems like it should be Sunday, although Thusday felt like it was Sunday.

Have you ever noticed that when you are going somewhere for the first time it seems like it takes a very long time to get there, but when you are returning it goes much quicker?  That really freaks me out.

Living by Candlelight

I won't bore you with details of my Thanksgiving, except to say that the turkey didn't turn out as well as I had hoped.  It was unevenly cooked and rather dry considering there weren't any juices in the pan.

Anyway, my true purpose of this post it to tell you about an adventure my family and I had the night before the big day.  We were all off on our own, my father and I sitting in the kitchen, my brother off doing whatever he does, and my mother sitting in the den watching the Tim McGraw special when the power went off.  It then went back on.  Then it went off.  Then it came back on.  Then it went off, and there it stayed.  It was shortly after 7:00pm.  So we spent the remainder of the night sitting around listening to a battery-powered radio and doing whatever. 

I read by candlelight and loved it.  There is just something so calming about the light cast by a strong candle.  The soft orange-yellow glow on the clean paper of a warm book.  Ahhhh.  The power went back on sometime past midnight, at which point we were all asleep.  I hope to spend the weekend living by candlelight.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.  Here is what I am thankful for:

• Family
• Friends
• Thumbs
• Oxygen
• Television
• Fermentation
• The printing press
• Animals
• Radio waves
• Jesus
• Alternating current
• Food
• Gravity
• Internets
• Chocolate
• Paper
• Ink
• Weaving
• Metalworking
• Music
• You

What are you thankful for?

Don't You Love Farce?

My fault, I feel.  I thought that you'd want what I'd want.  Sorry, my dear.  But where are the clowns?  Send in the clowns.  Don't bother.  They're here.

Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?  Losing my timing this late in my career.  But where are the clowns?  There ought to be clowns.  Well, maybe next year.

Where did those damn clowns go? There were here a minute ago.  Hmm...

Now You Know...

...that my favorite Jewel song alternates between Foolish Games and Hands.

Now You Know...

...that I usually wear boxers during the week and briefs during weekends.

Die Meistersinger von Starbucks

Strange sight this morning.  While waiting for my over-priced lifestyle coffee nine mustachioed men and women in matching blue outfits and berets walked in.  I knew at once that they had to be European policemen.  It turns out they were.  Musikpolitzei Zurich Staadt.  Singing policemen from Zurich!  With mustaches!

They each had cappuccinos.

The Weather Will be Bad

I hear that the weather is going to be bad on Wedesday so I have pre-empted the weather and am flying back to Chicago tonight.  We'll see if the weather can stop me now.  Take that weather.  Eat it!!

UPDATE: Made it home with nary a delay!