Saturday, November 4, 2006
Translucent Leaves
I just uploaded a new set of pictures on flickr. Go and check it out if you want. Just click the cool little picture over there and go check it out and the other cool sets of photos I've uploaded to flickr.
Translucent Leaves
I just uploaded a new set of pictures on flickr. Go and check it out if you want. Just click the cool little picture over there and go check it out and the other cool sets of photos I've uploaded to flickr.
In the park…
Sitting on my couch, watching the traffic go by. I pick up my Late Night with Conan O'Brien mug and slowly sip some of the now cold coffee, the froth that my new Senseo produces is still stuck on the inner walls of the blue ceramic mug. The day feels as if it should go by quickly, with the hustle and bustle that a Monday brings, but today is Saturday.
Saturday, in the last few years, has evolved from the lazy stay at home, catch up on TV and read a book day, to the bastard love child of Friday and Sunday. The stores stay open latter than its Sunday sister, but not quite as late as its Friday brother. The city's traffic is still congested, but not enough to make one get out of their car and start screaming.
The gardener across the street trims bushes and blows dust in to the air using a giant gas powered hair dryer strapped to his back. I take another sip of my ice coffee. I ponder what dinner will bring, will it be blah or something worth the money. Lately it seems that most food has been blah, nothing has had the kick that I so need to make it worth spending the money.
More cars go by, as more time slips away. My plan for the day is to get up and shower, go out and eat, come home and read. In between time planning, plotting and scheming. Making things up as we go along. These are the things that get accomplished on a Saturday like this.
In the park…
Sitting on my couch, watching the traffic go by. I pick up my Late Night with Conan O'Brien mug and slowly sip some of the now cold coffee, the froth that my new Senseo produces is still stuck on the inner walls of the blue ceramic mug. The day feels as if it should go by quickly, with the hustle and bustle that a Monday brings, but today is Saturday.
Saturday, in the last few years, has evolved from the lazy stay at home, catch up on TV and read a book day, to the bastard love child of Friday and Sunday. The stores stay open latter than its Sunday sister, but not quite as late as its Friday brother. The city's traffic is still congested, but not enough to make one get out of their car and start screaming.
The gardener across the street trims bushes and blows dust in to the air using a giant gas powered hair dryer strapped to his back. I take another sip of my ice coffee. I ponder what dinner will bring, will it be blah or something worth the money. Lately it seems that most food has been blah, nothing has had the kick that I so need to make it worth spending the money.
More cars go by, as more time slips away. My plan for the day is to get up and shower, go out and eat, come home and read. In between time planning, plotting and scheming. Making things up as we go along. These are the things that get accomplished on a Saturday like this.
Friday, November 3, 2006
The Horror…
Have you ever gone some where and come back home feeling as if you've been through two tours of Vietnam? Well, that's how I feel right now, and I went to a place far worse then Vietnam and Iraq combined.
Wal-Mart.
Treking through the aisles of the local Wal-Mart is quite akin to cutting down vines with a machette in a jungle. Navigating my shopping cart to the coffee maker department is like trying to fight my way through a pack of 75 crazy Al-Qaeda terrorists in the dessert. It's nuts. It cannot compare to the experience I had at Target twenty minutes prior to my Wal-Mart excursion.
Target is like a fluffy pillow on a cool spring night, where as Wal-Mart is a bed of nails floating in a volcano. Target is a perfectly prepared medium New York steak. Wal-Mart is three month old donut found on the men's room floor. Target is a wonderful the perfect Christmas morning, filled with kick-ass presents and great food. Wal-Mart is finding out that your tree caught fire and killed your dog.
I did, however, purchase a Phillips Senseo single serving coffee maker. I kind of like coffee, but I never feel like making a whole pot. This is the perfect thing for my hip trendy lifestyle!
The Horror…
Have you ever gone some where and come back home feeling as if you've been through two tours of Vietnam? Well, that's how I feel right now, and I went to a place far worse then Vietnam and Iraq combined.
Wal-Mart.
Treking through the aisles of the local Wal-Mart is quite akin to cutting down vines with a machette in a jungle. Navigating my shopping cart to the coffee maker department is like trying to fight my way through a pack of 75 crazy Al-Qaeda terrorists in the dessert. It's nuts. It cannot compare to the experience I had at Target twenty minutes prior to my Wal-Mart excursion.
Target is like a fluffy pillow on a cool spring night, where as Wal-Mart is a bed of nails floating in a volcano. Target is a perfectly prepared medium New York steak. Wal-Mart is three month old donut found on the men's room floor. Target is a wonderful the perfect Christmas morning, filled with kick-ass presents and great food. Wal-Mart is finding out that your tree caught fire and killed your dog.
I did, however, purchase a Phillips Senseo single serving coffee maker. I kind of like coffee, but I never feel like making a whole pot. This is the perfect thing for my hip trendy lifestyle!
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