
fighting the fatigue....because one can not be made up of only ideals. one needs a heart to go with those ideals. one needs hopes, dreams, fears, and stories to be real.
Monday, October 12, 2009
i am neurotic?

Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
how foolish of me...

here is a brief profile on sir isaac, provided by the "otter popstar's" website. enjoy.
Full Name: Sir Isaac Lime
Instrument: Piano
Sir Isaac is a renowned British scientist and visiting professor at the prestigious Otterdam Institute. He became the keyboardist for the Otter PopStars after joining the other otters for an impromptu after-hours jam session at the Whisker A Go-Go. Sir Isaac is a seasoned concert pianist who has been "tickling the ivories" since the age of four. "I believe that music is an expression of the harmonic vibrations of the cosmos," says Sir Isaac, "And those who think otherwise are just silly."
his favorite things: supernovas, sub-atomic particles & the sound of his voice.
pet peeves: fast food, mathematical inaccuracies & people who neglect to put a napkin on their lap during meals.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
summer vaca.
last thursday was a productive but looong day at work. what made it so long was the strong sun that shone through the tree outside of my window...all day...beseeching me to play so relentlessly. but when i jumped in my car sooo eager to get home & finally accept my dear sun's invitation....i had a yellow "no gas" light staring me in the face. no fun. so i begrudgingly stopped at the gas station close to work and i even more begrudgingly asked the man at the window to put my $20 on tank 7. that's when i saw it. the ice cream cooler. before i knew it my hand reached into that beautifully frigid treasure box and pulled out...a. push. up. pop. this is when it happened. my summer revival. i quite gladly waited for the pump to kindly feed my car with gas while i happily licked away at my push-up pop. then i drove away so thankful for the animal collective that blared & even my sticky orange fingers.
so i decided that although summer vaca as i have known it for 13+ years is dead & gone....it will always be raging deep within me. words are not enough though....one must take action.
on monday night i was strolling through rite-aid with a dear friend and spotted this...a big mama box of this....

as i've said before...growing up is overrated. but for now it can't be avoided so an otter pop & summer tunes will do.