Monday, March 07, 2011
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Good Times Never Seemed So Good
Hi. How are you? I am fine.
You are everywhere today. It started at my breakfast meeting. One of the people in my networking group just lost a loved one, and everyone is signing up to bring their family dinner. It got a little keystone cops with everyone trying to reinvent the wheel when in fact a dinner-bringing schedule was already set up. I made a suggestion that no one else thought of because- well, I'm not sure, but I don't think they can see thestrels, most of 'em- and I joked about wearing a scarlet B for Bereaved.
Then I went to the pool. Chlorine usually makes me think of you anyway, so when the 85-year-old lifeguard (If I bonk my head underwater, do you think that guy would be able to drag me to safety? really?) asked me who I was punching so hard with my floatie underwater hand weights, I just smiled and said, "Aw, never kid a kidder!" because answering honestly- "Uh, lung tumors? And/or muscular dystrophy, you know, whichevs" would have made me seem a little craaazy. Hmmm.
I'm shooting championship games all day, so there's a lot of Black-Eyed Peas and R.E.M. and oh hell- lots of your favorite songs, all around. Right now "Sweet Caroline" is blasting so loudly that the reverberation from the speaker is literally pounding the floor in the media platform. Of course, they play it at EVERY game. Since this is a six-day tournament and all, this happens to be the fifth time this week and the third time today I've heard this song.
I'm going to choose to believe that the chorus- you know, the part that makes people do that cheesy pointing thing at wedding receptions- is you answering my question about how you are. The speakers are literally thumping the words "SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!" right into my feet. Glad to hear it.
As always, I miss you. And it sucks that you're dead.
Love,
Me
You are everywhere today. It started at my breakfast meeting. One of the people in my networking group just lost a loved one, and everyone is signing up to bring their family dinner. It got a little keystone cops with everyone trying to reinvent the wheel when in fact a dinner-bringing schedule was already set up. I made a suggestion that no one else thought of because- well, I'm not sure, but I don't think they can see thestrels, most of 'em- and I joked about wearing a scarlet B for Bereaved.
Then I went to the pool. Chlorine usually makes me think of you anyway, so when the 85-year-old lifeguard (If I bonk my head underwater, do you think that guy would be able to drag me to safety? really?) asked me who I was punching so hard with my floatie underwater hand weights, I just smiled and said, "Aw, never kid a kidder!" because answering honestly- "Uh, lung tumors? And/or muscular dystrophy, you know, whichevs" would have made me seem a little craaazy. Hmmm.
I'm shooting championship games all day, so there's a lot of Black-Eyed Peas and R.E.M. and oh hell- lots of your favorite songs, all around. Right now "Sweet Caroline" is blasting so loudly that the reverberation from the speaker is literally pounding the floor in the media platform. Of course, they play it at EVERY game. Since this is a six-day tournament and all, this happens to be the fifth time this week and the third time today I've heard this song.
I'm going to choose to believe that the chorus- you know, the part that makes people do that cheesy pointing thing at wedding receptions- is you answering my question about how you are. The speakers are literally thumping the words "SO GOOD! SO GOOD! SO GOOD!" right into my feet. Glad to hear it.
As always, I miss you. And it sucks that you're dead.
Love,
Me
Monday, February 28, 2011
Hello, Foot. It's your old friend Mouth.
Greetings from Captain Overreaction! You know that line where being a passionate person becomes being a pain in the ass? Oh, yes, I am back here again. I need to kick it 80s style and take a chill pill. Fly below the radar, Ang. Fly below the radar.
Trip Photos #1: Antelope Canyon
While we were in Vegas, Alissa asked me if I like nature photography. It was such a simple question, but I was hard-pressed to pick a favorite kind of shooting. I started to say, It's like asking me to pick my favorite flavor of ice cream" but I only got as far as "It's like asking me to pick..." when she filled in with, "...a favorite child?" That's more like it.
Anyway, I can't pick a favorite. Enjoy.
Anyway, I can't pick a favorite. Enjoy.
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