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October 14, 2007
Hot wing haiku
Delicious hot wings
marry with ribs on the plate.
Who knew pigs could fly?
- written by me on a (clean) napkin at BW3
in response to T's off-the-cuff remark.
Yes, I am a word geek. I admit it.
Riding the lemons to lemonade roller coaster lately, trying to find a balance, a stopping point. Seems like it will never end.
Finishing up the media center and feeling proud then one of my windows broke and was replaced with unglazed glass. Have to find money to replace it myself now.
Finally get everything in place and the bookfair comes this week, not to mention the frequent disruption of meetings and staff training sessions (the recent pork barbeque lunch will be a whole other post, I fear). Seems I will never finish.
Terribly frustrated and unhappy with things I can not control yet some incendiary bright spots have emerged ... who knew I loved drag racing?
Preparing myself for yet another downward trip tonight, knowing the next hill is only 2 weeks away, hoping the sheer force of emotional kinesis can get me there.
Finished William Gibson's Pattern Recognition and found quite a bit of myself in the pages. Interesting insight, complex read. I closed the book and returned to this world enlightened. Gotta love that.
More later. Feeling cryptic and fragile, yet strangely energized.
marry with ribs on the plate.
Who knew pigs could fly?
- written by me on a (clean) napkin at BW3
in response to T's off-the-cuff remark.
Yes, I am a word geek. I admit it.
Riding the lemons to lemonade roller coaster lately, trying to find a balance, a stopping point. Seems like it will never end.
Finishing up the media center and feeling proud then one of my windows broke and was replaced with unglazed glass. Have to find money to replace it myself now.
Finally get everything in place and the bookfair comes this week, not to mention the frequent disruption of meetings and staff training sessions (the recent pork barbeque lunch will be a whole other post, I fear). Seems I will never finish.
Terribly frustrated and unhappy with things I can not control yet some incendiary bright spots have emerged ... who knew I loved drag racing?
Preparing myself for yet another downward trip tonight, knowing the next hill is only 2 weeks away, hoping the sheer force of emotional kinesis can get me there.
Finished William Gibson's Pattern Recognition and found quite a bit of myself in the pages. Interesting insight, complex read. I closed the book and returned to this world enlightened. Gotta love that.
More later. Feeling cryptic and fragile, yet strangely energized.
