Around the world, there isn't room for every special thing

Ladies and gentlemen.
Boys and girls.
Good people of the world. But especially inventors and those who come up with cool shit for the betterment of society.
Put down your pens and your sketchpads and step away from you computers and contraptions and cease to imagine entirely. This weekend, I discovered something that says to me everything important has already been thunk up.

What you see here is a "Waddling Penguin Pooper." It's a penguin. It waddles. And then it shits small turds of chocolate for your enjoyment. Brilliant.

Only thing I ever could need only one good thing worth trying to be - and it's love. Love.

I find the pieces of you in my dreams
And in the evenings
Spill out the edge of my mind.
Memories of you feel like they're miles wide
It's all I can do to get to the other side
Of these evenings
(Sara Bareilles)

Sigh.
(And that's all I'm going to say about that.)


I think I have a new Sunday afternoon ritual.

I devoured the New York Times while sitting in the park and watching boys play football. Too bad it's getting too cold for so nice a ritual. Oh well. The New York Times part will stick. I hope. It might be nice to form coherent sentences, logical thought, and well-informed opinions.

I tried to take a picture of the pretty fall colors, but my camera phone ain't so good. But it's ok. I'm now going to tell you this is art and I meant for it to look like this...k?

Cool.

Will I discover a soul-saving love, or just the dirt above and below me?

Beware, the dreaded once a week updates. I fear that after this, I'll dwindle down to one per month, followed by the increasingly sporadic "I'm so sorry, I suck at blogging!" posts. Noooooo!!! I MUST MUST MUST find things to tell you about!

Yesterday was spent snoozing, wearing flannel, watching bad tv, and eating sushi.

This morning, I tried a different approach. I woke up at a perfectly respectable hour. I put on jeans and my most favorite snuggly sweater and grabbed Lori's latest, greatest idea.

Our shared journal. Don't be jealous. It's not our fault we're adorable.

I also grabbed my camera, for in front of my favorite bar stands my favorite tree, all blazing with violently orange leaves. I wanted to show you. But when I arrived, I found this.

Enter metaphor for life: don't ever, ever hesitate to capture intense moments of beauty. You never know when they're going to blow away. C'est la vie.

Onward I trekked, to Terrace Bagels. I was all set for turkey bacon and egg whites on a multigrain bagel, when I made my most favorite discovery. It's Autumn, which means it's time for apple cinnamon cream cheese. You have no idea how happy this makes me.

You have no idea how happy their coffee makes me.


And then I sat in the park and stared at blank pages for awhile before I finally summoned the desire to tell Lori some stories.

Oh, and I mourned the passing of flip flop season.

It's officially time for silly things like socks and boots, y'all.

And then I began to write and boy hidey, did it feel good.


When I finished writing, I stayed put on my bench and grinned at all the toddlers and nannies and dogs and daddies that crossed my path.

Good morning, I'd say.

I want to live where soul meets body.

Things I did today:

1) Woke up at 5 AM after staying up a liiiiiittle too late to drink beer and watch the debate. Good times.

2) Worked. I love my job. I do. I just don't love doing it all time. But today there were points I just smiled to myself (in an unpretentious way, of course) and said damn. I'm good at this because I LOVE this. And at the end of the day, I get to say I get paid to talk to people and make them happy. Dream job, what?

3) Listened to a bunch of Northerners (some of whom have never really even been down South) diss the greatest place on earth. Nuh-uh. Not on my watch. You don't like the South because you can't HANDLE the South. That is absolutely fine. More sweet tea for me.

4) Had a super-snobby Frenchman hate on my hair but then deliver an amazing cut and the greatest blow-out of my life. My hair has tons and lots and beaucoups of bounce and oompf. I mean, I could have done without the pre-cut bashing, but I guess all's well that ends well. (And shiny and healthy and generally quite lovely.)

5) Saw Katie Holmes. She looked so sad I kind of wanted go give her a hug. Poor Katie Homes. I hope she's ok.

6) Free dinner. Nomnomnomnomnomnomnom.

7) Got entirely too excited about America's Next Top Model. Seriously. Shrieking not necessary.

8) Girlishness. Real bad girlishness. Giggle giggle giggle squeal omgomg omg omgomg OMFG. Siiiiiiiigh. Squeal. Giggle giggle hehehe. Scheming, planning, hoping and wishing. Siiiigh. Hehehe.


K. That's all I got.

I see a red door and I want to paint it black.

If you're going to deface public property, might as well say something nice!
And for the record, I smile every morning as I walk past this. Well done, public nuisance! Way to start my day off right!

I'm dancing in a room as if I was in the woods with you.

The long and the short of it is, I freakin' love this window. This quote. This picture. Everything.