Everybody does it!

I just found my favorite Sesame Street song on YouTube. I love YouTube!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yYX__GwDs0

Magnetic Poetry

Thanks to the generousity of friends, I have an excellent collection of magnetic poetry words. Deanna gave me the initial set for my birthday, and I remembered that I acquired a white metal board from Elise upon moving out of the Stafford house. (Actually, that board has narrowly escaped being given away several times over the summer, but somehow it made it to Orange County with me.) All that to say, my cubicle now houses poetry. Kelly has been so taken with the concept that she persuaded me to buy an additional set of words, compliments of Heather's birthday gift certificate. This has greatly increased my quality of life at the office, though I have only composed one poem. Mostly we create lines. Here are some of my favs from Kelly and Karen:

Inspire through fighting whale.
I will travel with the love dog.
Repulsive peach death.
Fear this monster above you. (You can also add a comma to entirely change the meaning.)

And some of mine (often collaborative efforts):

What time, Gorgeous?
Delirious chocolate symphony.
Delicate woman plot.
Incubate these questions yet.
Soul curl poetry.
Your near honey hair fingers my well-read need.

I'm having difficulty with the last one. I like it that "well-read" has two interpretations, a sign of superior poetry. However, I was thinking of substituting it with "worn" or "long-worn."

Close, so close

3 more days of the boring part!!!

"Is CA like the OC?"

Last night and this morning I am so tired of Orange County. As I was drinking warm apple juice at 12:30am, I contemplated relocating to Boston. The weather is generally what stops me. That and, of course, waiting for what God wants. But I surely never saw myself here, and this place wears on me. When I was in Europe, several people asked me if CA was like the OC. The answer was an adament no. Adament. Again, God does have a sense of humor. Thankfully, He is kind.

A true song

Man of God
by Audio Adrenaline


Sometimes I’m a liar sometimes I’m a fake
Sometimes I’m a hypocrite that everybody hates
Sometimes I’m a poet sometimes I’m a preacher
Sometimes I watch life go by sitting on the bleacher

But I’ve never been left alone
In any problem that I’ve known
Even though I’m to blame
There were times when things were dark
And I’ve been known to miss the mark
But someone fixed my aim

Sometimes I’m a man of god
Sometimes I’m alright
Sometimes I lay down close my eyes
And pray to god

Sometimes I don’t feel good
It’s hard to start the day
It’s hard to climb the obstacles
That sometimes come my way
If I make it, I’m a good man
Am I a bad man if I fail?
I know I’m never good enough
So I let grace prevail

Semi-Unconscious Habit

My fingernails reveal my mental state; I bite them when stressed, bored, or nervous. Try as they might, my parents were unable to cure me of this habit. (That and my inclination to stay up late were the two areas in which their stringent discipline failed to "correct" the behavior.) It's interesting that my nails are a physical manifestation of mental troughs and peaks. They've long been nubs from the infernal boredom of my internship...

Good stuff!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6GPlTBV2qc \

This is a classic film. Good stuff.

I am learning to appreciate the gift of time increasingly. Lately I don't seem to have enough time for everyone and for everything I want to do. I pray that the Lord gives me wisdom in allocating this precious gift. Quality time is my second love language, which also provides an interesting dynamic.

My eyes are hurting from staring at a computer all day. 9 more office work days! Probably fewer since we are moving offices in a week and the transition will provide a welcome interupption.