"you look tired."

so....this may have just become one of my least favorite phrases. lets face it. I suffer from what most active single adults around my age suffer from- exhaustion. I am almost ALWAYS tired. I will almost NEVER get enough sleep. And when I do get enough sleep I end up, for some inexplicable reason (okay I understand the science but not the logic behind it), looking more tired the next day. So please, when all is said and done, have a little pity and don't tell me I look tired. The only thing that manages to do is remind me of how tired I actually am.

and that is my rant for today. come back tomorrow for something a little more upbeat.

wonderings....

Why is it that most often the thought of a new little one coming into the world fills your heart with joy? What is it about the creation of life that is so thrilling? It's fascinating to me how across the world the reaction is most often the same. Happiness, excitement, joy, love. Warmth fills the chest and we rejoice in the knowledge that soon a new little one will grace the earth with her presence. What is it that is so special about this? I know there is a response but my mind seems to only barely grasp the complexity of the answer. It seems simplified in my mind- down to something appearing as simple as breathing. Yet when you really think about it the act o breathing isn't so simple now is it? And so I am left curious and wondering.

dancing a confession...

For those of you residing in the general Boston area you may be curious as to why a guest appearance by yours truly is a rare occasion. Well I have fallen in love. Yes- me. Head over heels in love with a little something called Lindy Hop. For those of you who do not know what this is I would suggest youtube...that tends to be the general go to these days. For those of you who do- the answer is no, I do not do all the crazy flips. But there is plenty of other "stuff" that I am determined to master. The confession comes in admitting the amount of time that I tend to sink into this endeavor. To be honest with you I am at about 18-20 hours a week. Practically another job. But I love it. So there you have it. I have found my place in life- on the dance floor. And no I will not now, nor ever, participate in any shows based upon dance and the like. But thanks for asking.

a list...

of today's accomplishments.

1. slept in

2. had a long overdue conversation with a dear, dear friend

3. bought and succesfully programed a remote for my tv/dvd player

4. found a new book to read

5. made homemade hummus

6. relaxed

....and the night is still very young. I wonder what it will bring me.

correspondence

Please humor me for one moment while I share with you the following correspondence. Names have been changed for the sake of anonymity.

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Letter 1:

p.

any interest in going with me to this concert? we haven't had a chance to catch up in awhile. I think it would be fun...that is unless you were planning on taking your gf with...then it would be fun for you but not so much fun for me....let me know your thoughts. not all of them. just the ones pertaining to this invite....

b.

Letter 2:

Hi B,

Thanks for the invite. I do have plans of being accompanied, though, already in place; yet, since I know quite a few folks are going, the more the merrier! I think it will be a big group thing, despite people coming separately. So hopefully you'll still decide to attend.

On a separate note, I was intrigued by the word choice in the your email. I wasn't sure which of the following definitions the word "gf" referred to in the context of your email:

1) grand-father
2) gold ferret
3) golf films
4) grey faucet
5) gimbaled flamethrower
6) gooey flan
7) green flatulence
8) goat feces
9) gang friends
10) ghetto funk

As you can see, inserting any of these possibilities in your sentence "I think it would be fun...that is unless you were planning on taking your [INSERT PHRASE STARTING WITH GF HERE] with...then it would be fun for you but not so much fun for me," could result in a viable statement. Please elaborate for my sake and help make a confused man happy for a day. :)

Take care,
P.

Letter 3:

Dear P,

I am happy to hear that you are planning to attend the event this evening. It sounds like it will be a roaring good time. I have yet to decide what my plans will be. I am torn between sitting and listening to music or getting up and dancing to it- though the dancing and sitting will not happen at the same location.

As for the word choice in my previous email. First off let me apologize for the confusion, I realize that my tendency to be vague often leaves you with the freedom to choose your options as to what I was originally intending. So as to not lead us in a direction that continues to be far off the intended path let me be more direct. The term that I meant to use is: girlfriend.

So as to minimize any further confusion I will provide you with additional options or terms that you may also use:

1) honey

2) beau

3) sugar

4) steady

5) sweetheart

6) tootsie

7) flame

While I realize that out of context these words may provide some mild amusement (lets face it, in context they will do the same) the intention is to refer to the individual that will be accompanying you. Though the most appropriate term for this person would most likely be "object of your affection".

One last thought before I go. While I did find the terms that you gave me very amusing I would like to point out that it may not be a good idea to refer to an individual as either a gimbaled flamethrower, green flatulence, or goat feces. It may leave something of a sour taste in ones mouth (literally or figuratively).

Cheers,

B

ps. Siberia has once again grown cold. I have relocated to the Sahara- desolation is often most appealing in times like these.

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I hope that you have been as entertained as I.