Ok, the new rule is that if you’re going to read heavy spiritual or philosophical books, you have to do it outside. Novels are still acceptable indoors, as are National Geographics. Also, long introspective journal entries are completely forbidden. (This is part of my new ‘Stop Thinking so Damn Much!’ campaign, which I believe is [...]
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for January, 2006
I just finished balancing my chequebook and paying the last of my bills for the month. This is the second month in a row that I’ve found myself with a significant balance left after paying off all of my bills. This has never happened to me before. If this is what working and being out [...]
When he was training me to work nights at the hotel, the other auditor said that I was tough because I drink my coffee black, ‘like they do in the Navy.’
Oh, he rode up hills and he rode down dales Over many a wild, high mountain And they did say that saw him go, ‘Black Jack Davey, he is hunting’
I don’t like plans. I never have. They make me feel limited, closed off from the possibility of doing anything different. But I’m starting to realize that without some sort of plan, I won’t do anything at all. And plans can be changed, once new situations arise.
This weekend, I’ve been bitten by a piano, climbed rocks, found a pink rubber duck in the middle of the woods, been hit on by a middle aged drunk man, and watched a creek for an hour. (The motions of the creek and of the people in the bar started looking like the same thing [...]
I know somebody who knows somebody who knows Kermit the Frog.
Now the years are rolling by me They are rocking evenly I am older than I once was And younger than I’ll be That’s not unusual Nor is it strange After changes upon changes, We are more or less the same After changes, we are more or less the same
There is but one god – Bonnie Prince Charlie! And Robbie Burns is his prophet!