Close enough to bend and breathe
Each color taunts me, knows me, sees me
Receding in and out, the light
leaves me bathed in golden dreams
Enveloped in a well of white
I see the end fade into black
Too soon, too soon
See flecks of red, that warm
and dance to notes of blue
That pulse into a raging fire
consuming all I've known to ash
Out of the well comes blue, comes green
I see the end and turn into
Just close enough to bend and breathe
I plunge into colors unknown
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Words_Quote of the Day
ROBBEY: I had a dream about you last night.
ME: Ooo, what was I wearing?
ROBBEY: The usual. A winter parka and scuba goggles.
ME: Ooo, what was I wearing?
ROBBEY: The usual. A winter parka and scuba goggles.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Words_Spring Break 2010
My beloved SpringBreak2010 is coming to a close. One of these days I will actually go on that St. Thomas cruise I pine over every week in my weekly TravelZoo e-mail but for now with the few pennies I can rub together, I instead plant myself in the company of dear friends, priceless laughs, and anything that will warrant the phrase "best story ever."
Wednesday night, Ashleigh and I accompanied some of her friends to a Sister Hazel concert in Raleigh. (Band that sings: "It's hard to say what it is I say to you or that which I can't say to you; it's always you, it might be you, to go to you, it's hard for youuuuu.")*
We grabbed a pretty sweet view from the balcony which included stools for each of us. Later we realized we had wandered into the VIP section (so that's what that velvet rope was for...) and instead of kicking us out, they simply moved the rope from behind us to in front of us. Clever security.
Halfway through the show I started to hear an unreasonable amount of rustling behind me. I casually looked behind me and did a double take to see the guy who was standing behind us earlier now stuck in the trashcan, arms flailing like he's learning to swim for the first time, and his long legs draped over completely helpless. Being the good citizen I am, I did not get up to offer assistance. I instead leaned over to Ashleigh's friend Linsy who was sitting next to me and said, "Oh my gosh, there's a guy stuck in the trashcan behind you." Cue hysterical laughter--so much so that I soon found my head resting on poor Linsy's shoulder after knowing her for an hour and a half. I think she was okay with it.
The poor guy FINALLY managed to get himself out of that hole (literally and figuratively) after a good 30-second struggle, grabbed his beer, and did the smartest thing a guy could do. He left. And never returned. Seriously, one of the best things I've ever seen at a show.
Some other memorable SB2010 moments:
Ashleigh and I learned that Derek Webb wrote a song that includes a word that "rhymes with 'sit'" as noted by a Christian music critic. He also warned readers that the word "d**m" was used. I didn't know "d**m" was spelled this way.
Enjoyed a free $40 meal at The Busy Bee Cafe thanks to the kindness (and lust) of a stranger. Ashleigh suggested I should have made out with the guy as a token of appreciation. Her words of assurance: "Robbe won't mind," to which I responded: "Well knowing how Robbe is about doing anything for free food, if he was here, I'm pretty sure he would offer to make out with the guy."
Drove through Duke University and pointed out all the intelligent people on campus which sounded like this: "Look at that smart person walking across the street." "Look at those smart people walking from the gym." We SO could have gone to Duke.
* these lyrics may not be accurate; this is how I hear the song in my head. Read real lyrics (they're almost the same)
Wednesday night, Ashleigh and I accompanied some of her friends to a Sister Hazel concert in Raleigh. (Band that sings: "It's hard to say what it is I say to you or that which I can't say to you; it's always you, it might be you, to go to you, it's hard for youuuuu.")*
We grabbed a pretty sweet view from the balcony which included stools for each of us. Later we realized we had wandered into the VIP section (so that's what that velvet rope was for...) and instead of kicking us out, they simply moved the rope from behind us to in front of us. Clever security.
Halfway through the show I started to hear an unreasonable amount of rustling behind me. I casually looked behind me and did a double take to see the guy who was standing behind us earlier now stuck in the trashcan, arms flailing like he's learning to swim for the first time, and his long legs draped over completely helpless. Being the good citizen I am, I did not get up to offer assistance. I instead leaned over to Ashleigh's friend Linsy who was sitting next to me and said, "Oh my gosh, there's a guy stuck in the trashcan behind you." Cue hysterical laughter--so much so that I soon found my head resting on poor Linsy's shoulder after knowing her for an hour and a half. I think she was okay with it.
The poor guy FINALLY managed to get himself out of that hole (literally and figuratively) after a good 30-second struggle, grabbed his beer, and did the smartest thing a guy could do. He left. And never returned. Seriously, one of the best things I've ever seen at a show.
Some other memorable SB2010 moments:
Ashleigh and I learned that Derek Webb wrote a song that includes a word that "rhymes with 'sit'" as noted by a Christian music critic. He also warned readers that the word "d**m" was used. I didn't know "d**m" was spelled this way.
Enjoyed a free $40 meal at The Busy Bee Cafe thanks to the kindness (and lust) of a stranger. Ashleigh suggested I should have made out with the guy as a token of appreciation. Her words of assurance: "Robbe won't mind," to which I responded: "Well knowing how Robbe is about doing anything for free food, if he was here, I'm pretty sure he would offer to make out with the guy."
Drove through Duke University and pointed out all the intelligent people on campus which sounded like this: "Look at that smart person walking across the street." "Look at those smart people walking from the gym." We SO could have gone to Duke.
* these lyrics may not be accurate; this is how I hear the song in my head. Read real lyrics (they're almost the same)
Monday, March 22, 2010
Words_What I learned from Women's Retreat 2010
1. More than 5 women in a room always leads to crying.
2. My life and my problems are significantly small and I have much to be thankful for.
3. There are so many great older women who are not only wonderful people but also valuable resources for guidance and friendship.
4. I never thought I would stay up past midnight stamping and making cards, but I did, thanks to Stephanie's convincing argument: "you should make one."
5. Going on retreats is kind of like going back to high school. You have to worry about who you're going to sit with at dinner and who you'll hang out with for free time. It's stupid but true.
6. I love how the older ladies out-partied me and stayed up until who knows when on a Saturday night.
7. I love how there was a simultaneous DAR Convention (daughters of the American Revolution) going on at the hotel we stayed at which means everywhere I went, there was someone in a 17th century period costume looking very serious and decorated.
8. Guess who was at the retreat? The woman who sat next to me in church and scratched off a stack of lottery tickets (see previous blog).
9. Honestly, I wish the retreat would have been a day or two longer. I felt like I was just getting comfortable and connecting with people so it was sad to have it end so soon. (Words I never thought I'd say)
10. The 70 degree weather the whole time didn't hurt either. :-)
2. My life and my problems are significantly small and I have much to be thankful for.
3. There are so many great older women who are not only wonderful people but also valuable resources for guidance and friendship.
4. I never thought I would stay up past midnight stamping and making cards, but I did, thanks to Stephanie's convincing argument: "you should make one."
5. Going on retreats is kind of like going back to high school. You have to worry about who you're going to sit with at dinner and who you'll hang out with for free time. It's stupid but true.
6. I love how the older ladies out-partied me and stayed up until who knows when on a Saturday night.
7. I love how there was a simultaneous DAR Convention (daughters of the American Revolution) going on at the hotel we stayed at which means everywhere I went, there was someone in a 17th century period costume looking very serious and decorated.
8. Guess who was at the retreat? The woman who sat next to me in church and scratched off a stack of lottery tickets (see previous blog).
9. Honestly, I wish the retreat would have been a day or two longer. I felt like I was just getting comfortable and connecting with people so it was sad to have it end so soon. (Words I never thought I'd say)
10. The 70 degree weather the whole time didn't hurt either. :-)
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Words_Woes From the Back Row
Church etiquette has reached a new low.
I usually sit in the very back row at church ("hos in the back row"- Raych Arles) and when you choose to do this, you are making yourself vulnerable to the best and worst of distraction. You see everyone coming in or going out of the five church entrances, you notice when other people are noticing distractions, when people are sleeping, when there's a problem with the sound, and sometimes you even notice when things are going on behind you.
I've seen people text (guilty), take swigs of "water" bottles (seriously I do think it is water), and make grocery lists. What I have not seen, which I did today, was the woman next to me take out a stack of lottery scratch off tickets and go to town on probably 10 of them. This wouldn't have been a distraction at all if she wasn't wearing a silver Tiffanys charm bracelet on her writing hand which clinked together incessantly every time she finished one, wiped off the residual scratched-off silver, and then placed it in her purse (which by the way was striped and had a feather boa lining--eesh). If this is where sitting in the back row is headed, I shouldn't be surprised to soon find people working on a stack of Christmas cards or perhaps even skype-ing from a mini laptop.
If you see this woman, tell her she's WANTED for distraction code 09384 clause 7 and she is not allowed to sit by me ever again. And most importantly, if she wins anything from those lottery tickets, I feel I should receive 10%. But by "I", I mean "God."
I usually sit in the very back row at church ("hos in the back row"- Raych Arles) and when you choose to do this, you are making yourself vulnerable to the best and worst of distraction. You see everyone coming in or going out of the five church entrances, you notice when other people are noticing distractions, when people are sleeping, when there's a problem with the sound, and sometimes you even notice when things are going on behind you.
I've seen people text (guilty), take swigs of "water" bottles (seriously I do think it is water), and make grocery lists. What I have not seen, which I did today, was the woman next to me take out a stack of lottery scratch off tickets and go to town on probably 10 of them. This wouldn't have been a distraction at all if she wasn't wearing a silver Tiffanys charm bracelet on her writing hand which clinked together incessantly every time she finished one, wiped off the residual scratched-off silver, and then placed it in her purse (which by the way was striped and had a feather boa lining--eesh). If this is where sitting in the back row is headed, I shouldn't be surprised to soon find people working on a stack of Christmas cards or perhaps even skype-ing from a mini laptop.
If you see this woman, tell her she's WANTED for distraction code 09384 clause 7 and she is not allowed to sit by me ever again. And most importantly, if she wins anything from those lottery tickets, I feel I should receive 10%. But by "I", I mean "God."
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Not My Words_Jim Gaffigan Tweet
This is the best thing I've read in a long time...
On Tuesday 9th March 2010, @JimGaffigan said:
This is the day I was given the most important gift of all, Jeannie.
Calling Jeannie my wife feels a little like referring to Shakespeare as some English guy. She is the true unsung hero of my success, personally and professionally. Forget that “Woman behind the man” crap. Jeannie and I are one in everything. Jeannie is not just my writing partner, acting coach and spiritual leader. She is not just the smartest sexiest woman I’ve encountered. She is my best friend who I happen to crave with every ounce of my existence. She is there to pick me up when I am down and forgive me when even I was disgusted by my own selfishness and narcissism. I wonder at her beauty and caretaking I witness in our eldest daughter. In her passion and charm bursting out of our son. I get lost in her cuteness and sweetness beaming from our nine-month-old. I even received a glimpse to last a lifetime of Jeannie’s elegance in our baby Maria Lourdes we lost shortly after her birth. Forget that “Luckiest man on earth” crap. That guy obviously never met Jeannie. Happy Jeannie Day!
On Tuesday 9th March 2010, @JimGaffigan said:
This is the day I was given the most important gift of all, Jeannie.
Calling Jeannie my wife feels a little like referring to Shakespeare as some English guy. She is the true unsung hero of my success, personally and professionally. Forget that “Woman behind the man” crap. Jeannie and I are one in everything. Jeannie is not just my writing partner, acting coach and spiritual leader. She is not just the smartest sexiest woman I’ve encountered. She is my best friend who I happen to crave with every ounce of my existence. She is there to pick me up when I am down and forgive me when even I was disgusted by my own selfishness and narcissism. I wonder at her beauty and caretaking I witness in our eldest daughter. In her passion and charm bursting out of our son. I get lost in her cuteness and sweetness beaming from our nine-month-old. I even received a glimpse to last a lifetime of Jeannie’s elegance in our baby Maria Lourdes we lost shortly after her birth. Forget that “Luckiest man on earth” crap. That guy obviously never met Jeannie. Happy Jeannie Day!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Words_Ode to Direction
Oh, direction. You're so elusive...or are you? Perhaps you've been here all along, sitting quietly like a well behaved timid child, exhaling excruciatingly softly to prevent drawing any attention to yourself. You're too polite, direction. Or perhaps I'm too bubbled and isolated and consumed in myself that I can't recognize something right in front of me. Maybe it's true that we only see what we want to see. I'm glad I finally noticed you, that we've locked eyes and exchanged acknowledgments. I might have heard you mutter "It's about time" under your breath but I can't be too sure. And before I put the cart before the horse, I need to cultivate what exists behind you, direction. I need to nurture it and gain some momentum because without it, I'll fall flat on my face. So let's work together. You and me, my first loves, youthful fearlessness, and the belief that through the highest heights and the deepest trenches, we can find fulfillment and contentment in the life of our heads, hearts and hands, working feverishly to uncover the truth inside us that has been there all along.
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