Human bodies are weird. With all the saber-toothed tigers and hummingbird encounters humanity has had to deal with for however many years, our bodies have come up with some cool ways to thwart a large number of possible threats. For instance, this morning I learned I could levitate, just not for a very long amount of time.
It all started last night when I heard the maintenance guys wander by outside and wonder what the hell had happened to the bushes and flowers outside my window. A mystery indeed. So I did my thing of telling myself it wasn't my problem, finished reading my email and went across the street to practice. However, it turns out it was my problem.
There I was, completely horizontal and deeply asleep, when someone decides to saw through the sidewalk right outside my window. Somehow, muscles I wasn't aware of contracted and my entire horizontal body popped up through the blankets layers and I woke up wondering what that noise was, where my blankets went, and why I was bouncing.
It's good to know that when faced with the threat of a concrete cutter while I sleep, my body's instinctive survival response is to bounce on the bed. That has practical applications, I'm sure. Because everyone knows the best way to stop a rabid, rampaging chincilla is to bounce on the bed a few times.
Moral of today's story: no pillows were lost in said bed-bouncing.
An Erinku!
old lime
sad and hardened
bounced on my floor
gloriously
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Crunch, crunch, munch, munch
My walk today involved visiting some trees that have decided it's fall and are already starting to lose their leaves. I was a bit surprised by this, but then I realized it's that time of year when I look forward to each weekend and then feel the dread of each weekend bringing me that much closer to the start of the school year.
And with all the falling leaves, I decided I really wanted an apple. And thus began the great apple quest. I drove here and there, basically exploring new-to-me parts of Denver. And then I found it. The perfect apple. And I ate it and it was super tasty.
Hmm. My story today isn't that exciting. I should have made up more drama to go along with the great apple quest. But sometimes, there is a calm evening of apple hunting before crazy busy-ness of school starts up again.
An Erinku (like a giraffe, only shorter, less yellow, no horns, and only two feet):
I wish
it was
cool enough
for hot cocoa
And with all the falling leaves, I decided I really wanted an apple. And thus began the great apple quest. I drove here and there, basically exploring new-to-me parts of Denver. And then I found it. The perfect apple. And I ate it and it was super tasty.
Hmm. My story today isn't that exciting. I should have made up more drama to go along with the great apple quest. But sometimes, there is a calm evening of apple hunting before crazy busy-ness of school starts up again.
An Erinku (like a giraffe, only shorter, less yellow, no horns, and only two feet):
I wish
it was
cool enough
for hot cocoa
Friday, August 5, 2011
Slightly Boring Today
Every so often, you sit down and take an inventory of your life. Specifically, your strengths. Since my top 10 rotate out every so often, I decided it was time to re-inventory:
10. Skeeball. I'm not as good as I should be, but it's still awesome sauce. One day, it will be an olympic sport...and I'll still not be on the team.
9. Taking naps. I had hot, hot mono action in December and slept weeks of my life away. I still nap routinely...and I'm awesome at it. In a competitive napping contest, I would win hands-down.
8. Mini-golf! High score wins! I always get the high score!
7. Making cookies. I'm not going to lie: working for years at a chocolate shop means that my cookies rock the casbah.
6. Making breakfast. For some unknown reason, breakfast items don't burn when I cook them. Which suggest that my meals are actually pretty good, except for when they burst into flame.
5. Drinking coffee. Yep.
4. Being sarcastic. Seriously, this shouldn't be a surprise.
3. Playing cello. Some days I'm terrible, but some days I'm surprisingly good. This has been a topic for the past year. And to quote my teacher, "On the days you're good...whoa! And then, those other days, it's...oh...whoa."
2. MarioKart. I am much better at MarioKart than I am at cello. And I've played it far less. There is some lesson about effort in there somewhere, or it just means that MarioKart is good trash-talk outlet for me.
1. Having adventures. Every. single. day. Since I was 12 or so. I have vague memories of being bored ALL THE TIME and I was actively looking for adventures. Eventually I realized that the adventures didn't need so much help from me. Then, they started happening on their own. And today, if I don't go out and about and adventure, adventure finds me. Since not all adventures are good ones, each day I try to take charge and offer a good adventure outlet.
Speaking of which, there is some daylight left, I've had some (burnt) dinner, and I think it's time to find the adventure du jour...
An Erinku:
stupid flip-flops
how many times
of ouchy walking
until they stop hurting?
10. Skeeball. I'm not as good as I should be, but it's still awesome sauce. One day, it will be an olympic sport...and I'll still not be on the team.
9. Taking naps. I had hot, hot mono action in December and slept weeks of my life away. I still nap routinely...and I'm awesome at it. In a competitive napping contest, I would win hands-down.
8. Mini-golf! High score wins! I always get the high score!
7. Making cookies. I'm not going to lie: working for years at a chocolate shop means that my cookies rock the casbah.
6. Making breakfast. For some unknown reason, breakfast items don't burn when I cook them. Which suggest that my meals are actually pretty good, except for when they burst into flame.
5. Drinking coffee. Yep.
4. Being sarcastic. Seriously, this shouldn't be a surprise.
3. Playing cello. Some days I'm terrible, but some days I'm surprisingly good. This has been a topic for the past year. And to quote my teacher, "On the days you're good...whoa! And then, those other days, it's...oh...whoa."
2. MarioKart. I am much better at MarioKart than I am at cello. And I've played it far less. There is some lesson about effort in there somewhere, or it just means that MarioKart is good trash-talk outlet for me.
1. Having adventures. Every. single. day. Since I was 12 or so. I have vague memories of being bored ALL THE TIME and I was actively looking for adventures. Eventually I realized that the adventures didn't need so much help from me. Then, they started happening on their own. And today, if I don't go out and about and adventure, adventure finds me. Since not all adventures are good ones, each day I try to take charge and offer a good adventure outlet.
Speaking of which, there is some daylight left, I've had some (burnt) dinner, and I think it's time to find the adventure du jour...
An Erinku:
stupid flip-flops
how many times
of ouchy walking
until they stop hurting?
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