maintaining a delicate balance...
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Life
monday, april 2, 2007
"...who knew it would hurt this much?"
"what, life?"
"no, failure"
"oh, you're no stranger to failure"
"i've never failed on so grand a scheme before"
Currently listening:
Sell, Sell, Sell
By David Gray
Monday, April 2, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
i love the murat because...
i love the murat because...
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Blogging
friday, february 23, 2007
...of chris botti tonight...
you know those notes...that hang precariously out in space...designed to shatter an already broken and overly abused heart into perfect, poison-tipped shards?
the notes that go on until you're sure that all you must be hearing is the reverberation from the open air?
the notes pulled (never pushed) from the bell of a trumpet that shouldn't exist in the natural world, and certainly not on any musical scale i'm familiar with?
music should tug at you from across a room
it should hurt to listen to for too long
it should leave you breathless for more
not enough music today does...and there were a few small moments, tonight, that it did...
i needed the reminder
Currently listening:
When I Fall in Love
By Chris Botti
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Blogging
friday, february 23, 2007
...of chris botti tonight...
you know those notes...that hang precariously out in space...designed to shatter an already broken and overly abused heart into perfect, poison-tipped shards?
the notes that go on until you're sure that all you must be hearing is the reverberation from the open air?
the notes pulled (never pushed) from the bell of a trumpet that shouldn't exist in the natural world, and certainly not on any musical scale i'm familiar with?
music should tug at you from across a room
it should hurt to listen to for too long
it should leave you breathless for more
not enough music today does...and there were a few small moments, tonight, that it did...
i needed the reminder
Currently listening:
When I Fall in Love
By Chris Botti
Monday, February 19, 2007
Number Three Waiting in the Wings...
Number Three Waiting in the Wings...
Current mood: excited
Category: Life
monday, february 19, 2007
so for those of you with whom this is my sole form of communique...this may come as a bit of a shock.
and for those of you who have known me for ANY length of time WHATSOEVER this will only provide additional ammunition for fertility jokes...
New Pictures:

(first ultrasound)

(second ultrasound - face - frontal)

(profile - face at right...hand on knee...c'mon...squint just a little...you can see it)
Currently listening:
Not Too Late
By Norah Jones
Current mood: excited
Category: Life
monday, february 19, 2007
so for those of you with whom this is my sole form of communique...this may come as a bit of a shock.
and for those of you who have known me for ANY length of time WHATSOEVER this will only provide additional ammunition for fertility jokes...
New Pictures:

(first ultrasound)

(second ultrasound - face - frontal)

(profile - face at right...hand on knee...c'mon...squint just a little...you can see it)
Currently listening:
Not Too Late
By Norah Jones
Saturday, February 17, 2007
monobloc
Monday, January 8, 2007
plastic milk crate craving...
plastic milk crate craving...
Current mood: pensive
Category: Blogging
Monday, january 8, 2007
walking to work today i passed a toppled pile of empty plastic milk crates outside the local grocery.
never had my fingers itched so badly to nick one.
the deep sea blue crate with the small steady 'morning glory' script, or the bright orange 'Dean's' accross the bottom.
wondered the whole way past the side of the buildling if i could unobtrusively snag one and get it back to the office.
milk crates are terribly useful things you know...
Currently listening:
Good News For People Who Love Bad News
By Modest Mouse
Current mood: pensive
Category: Blogging
Monday, january 8, 2007
walking to work today i passed a toppled pile of empty plastic milk crates outside the local grocery.
never had my fingers itched so badly to nick one.
the deep sea blue crate with the small steady 'morning glory' script, or the bright orange 'Dean's' accross the bottom.
wondered the whole way past the side of the buildling if i could unobtrusively snag one and get it back to the office.
milk crates are terribly useful things you know...
Currently listening:
Good News For People Who Love Bad News
By Modest Mouse
Thursday, December 7, 2006
first snow
first snow
Current mood: cold
Category: Blogging
thursdsay, december 7, 2006
i made mystery tracks in the snow thismorning. tromping around the thin veneer of snow over packed layers of leaves. crunch crunch crunch.
it now looks like a small platoon of troops in women's shoes set up camp within the three feet of my front lawn. crunch crunch crunch
Currently listening:
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
By Wilco
Current mood: cold
Category: Blogging
thursdsay, december 7, 2006
i made mystery tracks in the snow thismorning. tromping around the thin veneer of snow over packed layers of leaves. crunch crunch crunch.
it now looks like a small platoon of troops in women's shoes set up camp within the three feet of my front lawn. crunch crunch crunch
Currently listening:
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
By Wilco
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
what dreams may come...
what dreams may come...
Current mood: grumpy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
tuesday, december 05,2006
why is it that the best dreams always occur in the few minutes just before the alarm goes off?
Currently listening:
Classic Sinatra
By Frank Sinatra
Current mood: grumpy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
tuesday, december 05,2006
why is it that the best dreams always occur in the few minutes just before the alarm goes off?
Currently listening:
Classic Sinatra
By Frank Sinatra
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