Run Run Run Run

Today's run was tough and horrible and lovely and vibrant and reminded me of everything I love and hate about running. It took me up through campus and winding around the south side, ending up in Elmwood on College Avenue before I turned around and retraced it all. Following David Hernandez's advice about running for time, not distance, which proved to be more difficult than I though but probably more fun and definitely more hilly. On my way back a street dweller yelled: "Why are you running? Nobody's chasing you!" Why indeed.

I A M 2 A M

Getting very excited about the Old 97's coming on JUNE 17th. I wonder more than every recently if I will ever have the courage or the opportunity to live my life like they sing their songs. I love all of them and everything about them, from my nose to my toes. Talk about a magic moment.

Required Listening:

Question
Doreen
Designs On You
Let the Idiot Speak
Valentine
Adelaide
Friends Forever
Melt Show
The House That Used to Be
Wish the Worst
Over the Cliff
and many many many many more, anything you can get your hands on!

killing time and other things

i counted to 1,000 last night, sixteen minutes and forty seconds. is this what it's all about?

brothers

Ross:

"whats up kiddo

word is your done soon and you dont quite know what to do with yourself

I had that same feeling.

The freedom is almost overwhelming

you can do

a n y t h i n g

wwooosh, like a calm breeze in your hair on a beautiful day"



Ben:

"You rock."



I'm surprised how often they both make me realize that everything is going to end up alright.

:(

Oh so disappointed in my stupid self.

i worry and i hope

the people had come to witness a sensational case, to see celebrities, to get material for conversation, so be seen, to kill time. they would return to unwanted jobs, unloved families, unchosen friends, to drawing rooms, evening clothes, cocktail glasses and movies, to unadmitted pain, murdered hope, desire left unreached, left hanging silently over a path on which no step was taken, to days of effort not to think, not to say, to forget and give in and give up. but each of them had known some unforgotten moment - a morning when nothing had happened, a piece of music heard suddenly and never heard in the same way again, a stranger's face seen in a bus - a moment when each had known a different sense of living. and each remembered other moments, on a sleepless night, on an afternoon of steady rain, in a church, in an empty street at sunset, when each had wondered why there was so much suffering and ugliness in the world. they had not tried to find the answer and they had gone on living as if no answer were necessary. but each had known a moment when, in lonely, naked honesty, he had felt the need of an answer.

Ricky Gervais reads my mind.

"I no longer needed a reason for my existence, just a reason to live. And imagination, free will, love, humor, fun, music, sports, beer and pizza are all good enough reasons for living."