Tonight, I purchased a plane ticket to Paris. It will be my first trip outside of North America (I've been to British Columbia, Canada). I'm pretty excited.
I'm finally actually doing it. I'm off to see the world (well Paris at least)!
January 2009 Archives
Tonight, I purchased a plane ticket to Paris. It will be my first trip outside of North America (I've been to British Columbia, Canada). I'm pretty excited.
I'm finally actually doing it. I'm off to see the world (well Paris at least)!
I just bought a bus pass for February.
I'm going to commute to work via bus. It's nice, I can take one bus from my house to work. I'll get to read on the bus, and avoid approx 40 miles/day wear and tear on my car (oh and traffic).
on a lighter note:
I'm going to commute to work via bus. It's nice, I can take one bus from my house to work. I'll get to read on the bus, and avoid approx 40 miles/day wear and tear on my car (oh and traffic).
on a lighter note:
from Saul William's email list:
We have overcome.
Except those of us now in Gaza. Except those of us whom police kill. Except those of us who are suspects. Except those of us whom the church hate. Except those of us damned to taste good. Except those of us held by fate. We are meeting in the capitol. Word is, freedom will not wait.
All that once was never shall be.
All they could do won't be done.
All we sang of is now happening.
[note to self:]
Must write
new songs
to become...
...And so it was. Through the collective imagination of the people, the force of will and human potential, and an unflinching ability to hold himself to task, Niggy Tardust was liberated. His ability to see beyond the boundaries and obstacles of 'genre', 'race', and suppression, allowed him to encompass a grace and sound that embodied the all. All that had stood against him, now stood with him. All that had claimed a lesser harmony, now craved voice and resonance. He stood with poets, painters, dancers, students, children of the night who had transformed themselves into a million bright ambassadors of morning, and proclaimed,
"We declare declaratives and deny the official. Based in the landmark of the G-spot, we have overtaken ourselves and overthrown our forefathers. Let there be light within the light and let it answer to the name of Darkness. We are forever risen from the deadly: the anti-virus and the All Stars. Granted power by forces unbeknownst to us. Made in the likeness of kindness. We offer anger to the angry and fear to the fearful. We dance at our own funerals to forsake the mourners...
...This is no time to cry! This is no time at all! Here is the moment of the overlooked and the unforeseeable. We are the elected officials of the people: poets and artists. We are the declarative statement of the inarticulate, the irreparably damaged goods of the bad meaning good. We are the government! We are the government! We are the government!"
by R.S. Gwynn
Her e-mail inbox always overflows.
Her outbox doesn't get much use at all.
She puts on hold the umpteen-billionth call
As music oozes forth to placate those
Who wait, then disconnect. Outside, wind blows,
Scything pale leaves. She sees a sparrow fall
Fluttering to a claw-catch on a wall.
Will He be in today? God only knows.
She hasn't seen His face--He's so aloof.
She's long resigned He'll never know or love her
But still can wish there were some call, some proof
That He requires a greater service of her.
Fingers of rain now drum upon the roof,
Coming from somewhere, somewhere far above her.
Her e-mail inbox always overflows.
Her outbox doesn't get much use at all.
She puts on hold the umpteen-billionth call
As music oozes forth to placate those
Who wait, then disconnect. Outside, wind blows,
Scything pale leaves. She sees a sparrow fall
Fluttering to a claw-catch on a wall.
Will He be in today? God only knows.
She hasn't seen His face--He's so aloof.
She's long resigned He'll never know or love her
But still can wish there were some call, some proof
That He requires a greater service of her.
Fingers of rain now drum upon the roof,
Coming from somewhere, somewhere far above her.
What's this? Things have suddenly gotten busy. Both in my off time and at work. So I'm running a little behind on my end of the year post. But tonight, I'm sitting down with some Yogurtland and finally getting it out here on the blog.
the wrap-up:
This coming year I'd like to:
the wrap-up:
- I finished my year working as a lay minister at USC in May.
- I worked at a coffee shop (very part-time)...a first experience.
- I worked as an executive assistant for just over 2.5 months (during which my exec "left" the company)...another first experience.
- I finished the year (and am still) working as a supply chain planning analyst...again, a first experience.
- I lived in three different apartments.
- I didn't make it back to Oregon until Christmas (making it a full year away).
- I read more books than last year (by one)
- I discovered lots of free (or inexpensive) things to do in LA.
- Like a bunch of movies screened for free, sometimes months before they opened to the general public.
- I reconnected with a few old friends.
- Married one of my friends (by performing the ceremony, not getting married myself)
This coming year I'd like to:
- Read more books than last year.
- Practice yoga regularly
- Improve my diet (partially by getting rid of the fast food habit I fell into while working at USC)
- Make more friends
- Love people more
