oh man, i just chewed the most pungent of onions (they were in my pungent sandwich). blech!! maybe i should ask my co-workers: hhhhow are you doing? heh heh heh =P posted by testimonies 4:20 PM Add a comment . . .
laziness is bliss. there is a cable conductor who i happen upon at times and he and i are completely on the same wavelength. i bring my eight pack minute-maid drinks to work to store alongside my other non-perishables in my cube (so i don't have to travel far for my meals); he prepares a metal coat hanger so he doesn't have to stand up to ring the cable car bell. i have a cd collection in my drawer alongside my electronics for my listening pleasure during work, he's stored a portable radio that belts out jazz in the corner of the cable car ceiling. sitting facing one another on the cable car, we make an odd couple. a girl with drinks and bread sticking out of her oversized purse sits across from a conductor, legs up on the seat, relaxed, holding a hanger to pull down on the rope that tells the trolley that all passengers have boarded. while billie holiday croons in the background. we the lazy know how to enjoy life. posted by testimonies 2:59 PM Add a comment . . .
yay, i am smart =) posted by testimonies 11:38 AM Add a comment . . .
o poopy. i changed my template but can't figure out how to stick comments back on. plus i lost all the old ones =( posted by testimonies 11:31 AM Add a comment . . .
back in the day, one of my favorite poems One Art The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing further, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. - Elizabeth Bishop posted by testimonies 9:18 AM Add a comment . . .
he always calls during periods of transition- when he quit salomon, when he tired of consulting...and now, he's moving to new york. there is a quiet finality to this one pablo neruda: love is so short, forgetting is so long posted by testimonies 2:52 PM Add a comment . . .
the answer, my friends, is yes. stand by, watch, and proactively love, trust, and pray. by the way, do i dare to each a peach? absoeffinglutely =) posted by testimonies 1:01 PM Add a comment . . .
