Archive for June, 2010

Hello, hammock.

Sunday, June 20th, 2010

I’ve never blogged from a hammock before. Until now; I recommend it.

I was going to try to write this all in Spanish, but I quickly realized my Spanish skills… kind of notsome these days. I should really work on that. Anyway, I’m laying here, listening to a carefully crafted playlist (Mumford & Sons and Bon Iver… yes please!), drifting between stares at the ocean and thoughts of being productive. I figure writing is somewhat of a semi-productive happy median, right? I mean I guess technically its not the exact definition of productivity, but nonetheless…

So anyway, hello.

Anyway, the enitrety of the family has ventured to Mexico this time. Which is where I am now. If you didn’t pick that up from the bit about the ocean (which Arizona has a distinct lack of). Its incredibly “empty” down here, largely, we suppose, due to recent, uh, drug-related issues. But, all’s well. Plus, we have Katie to defend us, should the need arise.

We have learned a few things, though. Such as, “Zoink” is not in the dictionary, and therefore not playable in Scrabble (”oz”, however is!).  Caleb has a strange obsession with  overly-efficient shuffling while playing Canasta.  We (er, maybe just I) are very good at making up rules to things that may or may not be true. I am incredibly terrible at tennis – but Katie is handy to take along as a ball-fetcher.  Leaving Scotch unattended on the 7th story balcony (with his lack of proper eyesight) is not advised.  Boys like to go faster on bikes and ATV’s.  Oh, and humidity sucks.

Aside from that, the primary focus of summer thus far for moi seems to be hunting (for people to hire me) and gathering (money for exciting fall plans), so neither incredibly stressful nor terribly lazy. I’m all about the happy median these days, I guess. Big plans for the fall though, I shall share soon (when I have a proper keyboard… I love you, Droid, but my thumbs are beginning to feel a bit texting-cramped, or whatever the equivalent of that is)!

Annnyyway, there’s a stack of books calling my name (hooray for summer reading), so I shall further enjoy this hammock with some literary company!  Farewell!

Fragments

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

I have a very bad habit of starting to write posts and then either drifting into a rambling ramble where I make up new words like “intrinsicity” or deciding it’s not important anyway.  I figure I might as well put them to some use, eh?  Therefore, behold!  A post comprised of other partial (or possibly snippets from) posts.

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Apparently I have a thing for lists. I reckon I always have. I have these random stashes of post-it notes with old lists on them, that for whatever reason I feel the need to save. There are probably literally over 100 just sitting on my desk crammed into this little box. I opened it earlier and found a dollar sandwiched between a post-it with directions to a yarn store and one with 5 random words (daft, conglomerate, plethora, brilliant, & implication, in case you were wondering) , so the monetary finding was quite a nice surprise.

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How to Entertain Yourself on a Train: The progression of a trainride from the west coast of Scotland to Glasgow.

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I want to go home.

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I’ve always had quite an enjoyment for collecting quotes.  I think it’s quite interesting how a snippet of words can so perfectly say something that could just as easily take up pages filled with not as adequate words.  Quotes are like, an art.  I like art.  I like quotes.

Recently, I’ve been jotting them down on post-its.  Which I then tend to lose, or stash in a book, or stick on a wall, or whatever.  And then I forget about them, until some random moment I by chance re-encounter one, and it no doubt makes me smile.  That is why I love quotes.  Even if maybe it is not entirely pertenant by the time I re-find it, it still somehow seems to encompass a world of meaning that, at least, was once perfectly said.  I don’t even know if that makes sense… or why I am still rambling about this.

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Alas, I do not, and so grows my skill for leaning toward instricitiy.  Which is probably not even a word, but it sounds kind of awesome.

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Okay, that wasn’t as exciting as I thought it’d be.