shared frustrations

Hour 34: researching my research - gah, stupid annotated bibliography
Hour 69: I just want to shout an expletive, but I just can't bring myself to it, so I'll shout in a different language. 
Hour 70: At this point, I am very livid. I don't even care what I look like, in fact, I'm going to look as terrible  as I can just in spite, because then people will have to look at my ugliness and cringe because they are disgusted.
Hour 77: Nimble fingers about to fall off
Hour 82: hungry, very hungry
Hour 82 and 9 minutes: hunger satisfied with ramen noodles, eaten dry.
Hour 400: existentialist crisis revisited
Hour 400 and 1 minute: vague familiarity with the self
Hour 400 and 2 minutes: mirror cracks when looked into via Hour 70
Hour 400 and 3 minutes: don't need the mirror
Hour 733: ...
Hour 69789: only a light-year left to go and then I'm finished.

Kentucky Derby 2012 Haiku

Kentucky Derby,

Sea-biscuit forever, ye

I'll Have Another.

I was rooting for El Padrino at first, but jockey Mario's victory speech won my heart.

A few years ago...

photographed in action. forever captured.

I can already see it, the fallout that will result from my own actions and endeavors to just be happy.

Yes, I stole a cup from the Caf, like I always do. I took some nice Herb Tea to go and set up shop in the library for the long haul. After being in the library for about 3 hours for the day already, I decided that I didn't care. Thief I may be, but I'm going to drink my tea. 

We apparently looked very studious and were asked to be photographed studying. I kept writing the same sentence over and over again because the focus level was down 500 points, and I needed to maintain my studious statuesque. Wasted time and ink. And then, the photographer asked to remove my Caf cup. "Rats, I've been caught!"

And now the salad lady is going to hunt me down. I'll never eat peanut butter, sunflower seeds, or olives ever again! You can watch this go down on the front of next year's CA book.

My studious fellow table comrade quickly hid her tin bowl of cereal that she had brought as sustenance for the camp out as soon as the photographer had approached. Had I not been consumed in my excellent paper about pseudoscience, mermaids, and a twist of Jung, I might have not-so-discreetly hidden my cup in the electrical plug outlet box in the floor...

So I sit here, with my free tea in one hand, and a bunch of nonsensical updates of self-muse in the other.

Photo credit: Cara Wilson

The Geese have flown, again.

Every morning around 7:15am and 9:20am, I can hear the geese flying right past our window. I've never heard them in the afternoon, though I'm never in the room anyways, until now.

If anyone has suggestions for providing geese food, please let me know. I've wanted to have a nice goose dinner for quite some time now, who doesn't? I just need to fatten them up a little first.

You bring the goose food; I'll capture the goose. And we'll have a nice candlelight goose dinner.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZeH-cGOTRI

Tonality Advocacy

Did I just hunt down the head chair of the music department?
Did I just inform him that the piano in Reid Chapel needs some tuning up?
Did he just enthusiastically hurry off to go get the issue taken care of right away?

Was I just dubbed the "piano tonality advocate"?
Will I be returning to a tuned-up piano very soon?

Yes. 
I mean, someone has to look out for all of the pianos, and it might as well be me.
You are in good hands, my dear pianos, or should I say, at my fingertips...

Simply and Sweetly, You

It's the social interaction that we cannot live without, or rather, the social enhancement that instantaneously changes our perspective.

Oftentimes we are so consumed with our own thoughts that the running mundane dialogue in our heads denies others the opportunity to break through. If this is the case, then we cannot break the pattern alone, and we need others. Everyone is responsible for breaking the pattern, even if it is just a "hello" in passing. In fact, a hello is all we need - the acknowledgment of our presence, our existence in someone else's world.

Your breath in a greeting was not a waste my friend. You've changed my day. You've made it into a beautiful day.

Thanks for being you.
Thanks for being simply sweet.
You.

The Respite in Fountaining

In the midst of it all, we need respite. Respite doesn't necessarily mean dancing, watching a movie, or exercising. The most fulfilling respite is the one that is found in the simple things in life, simplicity, the little joys of nothingness.


I approached the fountain, as if in a zombie-like state, mesmerized by the spurting rush of water. Any passerby would have thought I was going in for good, a pursued Dolce Vita. Tossing aside my backpack full of precious notes and ideas, striping my feet of my dusty sandals, and rushing forth to greet the edge, I contemplated the possibility of completely letting loose and diving into the threshold of peaceful chaos. The thought of the water's immaculateness almost drove me mad. Instead, I perched myself on the side and let my heavy feet drift in the current. Nothing could have completed the moment more than Dean Martin's "On an Evening in Roma" song on repeat. I needed that respite in the atmosphere that I had created for myself, and it wasn't really anything that I created. It was simply a simply joy that I found in doing just that... I am satisfied.

The respite was found..... On an Evening by the Fountain, my evening, my fountain.