My great accomplishment of the past four months

Bio 142 A

Doesn't really seem like as much when I put it like that...

Time Crunch

I like to puff in my puffy.

A Poem

My Jacket

Warm hearted warrior,
I step into black dressed in black.
In this jacket I am not cold.
The cold is not, in this jacket, it cannot
touch with its fingers.

When the atmosphere evaporates.
When this worlds blanket fails to protect
from the nothing beyond,
and nothing beats down cold upon the ground,
I step out.

When the suns rays cease to shine,
and day is swallowed up by space,
I am warmed by my bodies own
radiance.

Floating in the void,
an astronaut amongst the stars swimming.
Sealed off from the darkness
in my space suit,
No sound reaches me.

One small step for man.
One giant leap for mankind.
One big black jacket for me.

Running water...

I like to run like a river and babble like a brook. I thought I'd put these two favorites together in this post which simply states that I have been running a lot lately and I like it. After the first few times when it mostly sucks it starts to get more fun. I like to take it easy the first half and then slowly accelerate all the way back. Sometimes I imagine I am running home to Jesus which I will say is silly out loud but secretly I like it and know it is not silly in the least. Also it induces me to run very fast. So far at least though He seems to be just a little bit faster, gets away and I have to settle for rice and lentils instead. Not as good but quite tasty. Also I really don't get the appeal of running marathons. Actually thats not true I do but I just imagine how my knees would feel by the end (image of knee-bones in a pepper grinder type thing only larger and for knees.) This turns me off but otherwise I get the appeal. The end

I need a job

If you read this say a prayer that I get a full time job. I have had a number of interviews now which went great and I thought everything was all set. Only not to hear back... I just keep getting strung along. It is past time to take serious evasive action. I have been in Virginia almost four weeks now and a collision with brokeness seems inevitable. My life lately has been like drowning in the little trickle of water that flows down next to the curb because your neighbor is washing his car. Not too much to do but to little. I've been waiting. Waiting for jobs I thought were sure things to call me up and say "you start monday." Now I regret all this wasted time having been lulled into a false sense of security. Why can't people understand that I am the best damn employee the could want to have? Tomorrow I start operation emergency employement NOW!

Getting things flowing

I wanted start this post with a simple anecdotal remark to the effect that my sister Maggie has been pushing her nursing school learned values about eating more produce, particularly fresh fruits and vegetables, for quite a while now. I wanted to start with this simple anecdotal remark BUT I CAN'T. Before I have written even one little blog post I am in the grips of a heuristical crisis pertaining to a remark I haven't even made yet. This is perhaps an indication of my "crippling insecurities." My problem is this: should I write "my sister Maggie" or just plain "Maggie." The question boils down to one of "who am I writing for?" If I am writing primarily for myself or for a few friends and family who know me well I don't need to say "my sister Maggie," but if I am writing for a potentially larger audience of strangers, or semi-strangers then it certainly seems appropriate to have a brief introduction for the people I am speaking about. The question reflects deeper misgivings slash idealogical ambiguities I have about blogging in general. Why am I doing it? Why not just buy a notebook and keep a journal or something. If I want to share something with someone else I can write a letter. The only answer I can come up with right now to this question is that blogging seems like fun. I guess I'll just leave it at that for now, and as to the original question of audience and introduction I figure hell, this is my blog, I'll explain or not explain, introduce or not introduce however I please. So getting back to Mags and her Nurse-advice.
Suffice it to say that sister mags is a real staunch proponent of fresh fruits and veggies as the solution to everything from boredom to bad grades, and from constipation to cancer. She doesn't hesitate to tell me so. All the time... Well all this drilling isn't without effect. So much so that eating green things has become an undeniable instinctual imperative. Eat, sleep, procreate, and also eat veggies. Eat a hellofalottofem. This brings me around to what I really wanted to talk about in this post in the first place, which is a handy little item known as the salad spinner. This kitchen tool is worth its weight in gold if you eat much salad. Getting lettuce in large quantities is expensive if you buy the bagged, pre chopped stuff. On the other hand buying romaine hearts and chopping them yourself can be a hassle and often wastefull if the lettuce, once chopped and stored in the fridge, remains very wet. Wet lettuce seems to go bad much more quickly in my experience. Enter the salad spinner. This master of centripetal force ensures your lettuce is both clean and dry in a jiffy! Now you can go nuts! Buy a bunch of cheap Romaine hearts, and store them in ziplock bags. I cut up two gallon bags worth and they kept for two weeks! They key is to really spin the crap out of your greens so they are nice and dry. I left a paper towel in the bottom for the first day to absorb excess moisture (a tip from sister mags), and the miracle of modern refrigeration does the rest. Also I got my salad spinner from wal-mart for less than five bucks..... Just for you Maggie the title is a double entendre.

Casting the first stone...

Each post is a stone thrown in the water to check the passage of time and forgetfulness....