Awesome.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Those Silly Things That I Don't Know.
Intangibles.
Aside from being an excellent name for a superhero group, that word seems to be the speculative thorn in the side of my mind. It's those things that I can't quite grasp, control, really put my finger on that seem to crop up when I get out on vacation. Usually, I would imagine, that most people spend their free time on vacations relaxing and not really thinking about all that much. Perhaps it's a lack of structure, but given all this free time my brain likes to stretch its legs into the vast expanse of could-be's and bother me with thoughts that in all likelyhood will never come to pass.
But there's nothing like a Go Kart race to distract me.
I took a break from writing this mental defecation to go with Olie to shred some English countryside with 260cc of pure joy! Let me just say that nothing clears my blockage like careening around hairpin turns at 30mph sans seatbelt or rollcage...at least I had some overalls on in case I caught fire.
Now I'm in Bury St Edmunds. It's quiet and really pretty. It's where they buried Edmund. Duh.
Funny how things change so fast.
Love. It.
Or. Hate. It.
My moods are nothing if not exciting. I like writing these entries in pieces. This next section comes after a conversation with Oliver about how my mind works while on vacation.
He suggested that a "vacation" for me might be something different. Somehow he zeroed in on an idea that really piqued my interest: a trip where I work. The idea being that after the vacation is over, I've accomplished something like helped build a house, etc.
My mind is reeling with avenues to explore.
There is a fat fly that keeps landing on my thigh; I wonder if he's waiting for my food to arrive too.
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Aside from being an excellent name for a superhero group, that word seems to be the speculative thorn in the side of my mind. It's those things that I can't quite grasp, control, really put my finger on that seem to crop up when I get out on vacation. Usually, I would imagine, that most people spend their free time on vacations relaxing and not really thinking about all that much. Perhaps it's a lack of structure, but given all this free time my brain likes to stretch its legs into the vast expanse of could-be's and bother me with thoughts that in all likelyhood will never come to pass.
But there's nothing like a Go Kart race to distract me.
I took a break from writing this mental defecation to go with Olie to shred some English countryside with 260cc of pure joy! Let me just say that nothing clears my blockage like careening around hairpin turns at 30mph sans seatbelt or rollcage...at least I had some overalls on in case I caught fire.
Now I'm in Bury St Edmunds. It's quiet and really pretty. It's where they buried Edmund. Duh.
Funny how things change so fast.
Love. It.
Or. Hate. It.
My moods are nothing if not exciting. I like writing these entries in pieces. This next section comes after a conversation with Oliver about how my mind works while on vacation.
He suggested that a "vacation" for me might be something different. Somehow he zeroed in on an idea that really piqued my interest: a trip where I work. The idea being that after the vacation is over, I've accomplished something like helped build a house, etc.
My mind is reeling with avenues to explore.
There is a fat fly that keeps landing on my thigh; I wonder if he's waiting for my food to arrive too.
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Monday, May 19, 2008
Au Revoir (So Much To Say)
Leaving Paris, I was sadder than I thought I would be. I was just getting used to hearing the language and figuring out the phrases in my head.
I was just getting comfortable.
But time goes on, I suppose. Now I'm back in the UK. I got the internet to work on my phone now (hurray!) So I can blog/write from the comfort of my bed.
As I left on the train this afternoon, I was filled with an emotion that I didn't think I would feel on this vacation, an emotion (or mix thereof) akin to regret, longing, or maybe even depression. I was rather displeased to be hearing spoken english - even if it was "proper" english. French really is such a beautiful language and I need to spend more time there. Don't get me wrong, I had an amazing time. I guess I was just sad to leave so soon.
For now, though, it's Cambridge. The city is pretty and full of silly, Harry Potter-looking folk. Everything is quite nice.
Quite; nice. But not like Paris. I miss it already, even if it costs me 8 euro ($12) for a pint of heiniken, and every food dish is made of butter, eggs, cheese, and sugar!
*sigh*
"C'est la vie" or some shit, right?
Muscle relaxers and Kronenburg are kicking in. They make me write sentences like: "Melting off to sleep," and "Shadows fall forward in the setting sun."
Nighty nite.
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I was just getting comfortable.
But time goes on, I suppose. Now I'm back in the UK. I got the internet to work on my phone now (hurray!) So I can blog/write from the comfort of my bed.
As I left on the train this afternoon, I was filled with an emotion that I didn't think I would feel on this vacation, an emotion (or mix thereof) akin to regret, longing, or maybe even depression. I was rather displeased to be hearing spoken english - even if it was "proper" english. French really is such a beautiful language and I need to spend more time there. Don't get me wrong, I had an amazing time. I guess I was just sad to leave so soon.
For now, though, it's Cambridge. The city is pretty and full of silly, Harry Potter-looking folk. Everything is quite nice.
Quite; nice. But not like Paris. I miss it already, even if it costs me 8 euro ($12) for a pint of heiniken, and every food dish is made of butter, eggs, cheese, and sugar!
*sigh*
"C'est la vie" or some shit, right?
Muscle relaxers and Kronenburg are kicking in. They make me write sentences like: "Melting off to sleep," and "Shadows fall forward in the setting sun."
Nighty nite.
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
Une petite d'Amour
This. City. Rules.
I was impressed the last time I was here, and it has been no different thus far.
And the women... so full of smiles and life. The energy is electric, I am in love.
Je me suis réglée.
Ok, time to go. Cafés to sit at, women to meet, crazy french keyboards not to type on.
Ciao!
I was impressed the last time I was here, and it has been no different thus far.
And the women... so full of smiles and life. The energy is electric, I am in love.
Je me suis réglée.
Ok, time to go. Cafés to sit at, women to meet, crazy french keyboards not to type on.
Ciao!
Friday, May 16, 2008
No Pressure
Went to Oliver's work today, watched some F-15's take off...Holy Shit. Got some cool pics of the Jet with Olie in it. Talk about some Rumble. It was good that it was cloudy today, because then I could see the afterburners. :)
I'm still jet-lagging a bit, but I'll survive. We're about to head out to the train station now to head to London for the night, and in the morning we'll take the Chunnel Train to Paris. Good times all around. The beer is good here. The women are sturdy. The weather is wet. The country is green. All as could be expected from a Spring in England.
I love it.
I'm still jet-lagging a bit, but I'll survive. We're about to head out to the train station now to head to London for the night, and in the morning we'll take the Chunnel Train to Paris. Good times all around. The beer is good here. The women are sturdy. The weather is wet. The country is green. All as could be expected from a Spring in England.
I love it.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
In Cambridge
I've arrived. To moderate fanfare, exceeded expectations, a chicken sandwich and a mango smoothie.
It's a little rainy here, but it's nice. Not much too report yet, I'm a little tired, but the travel was easy. Oliver and I are about to head to the pub for a bite and a pint.
I haven't been able to access the internet from my phone yet; for some reason the network that I'm connecting to isn't data capable, but I have access here at Olie's place so I'll post from here when I can.
It's a little rainy here, but it's nice. Not much too report yet, I'm a little tired, but the travel was easy. Oliver and I are about to head to the pub for a bite and a pint.
I haven't been able to access the internet from my phone yet; for some reason the network that I'm connecting to isn't data capable, but I have access here at Olie's place so I'll post from here when I can.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Beginning
And so it begins...
I'm at the gate now, digesting some semblance of vegetable lasagna from the LAX food court. The terminal is packed full of odd looking people, and I look at them smugly, but I sit very far away. I like watching people, especially in airports or malls, despite my uncomfortability around crowds. It's like when I see so many new and different types of faces, combinations of head shapes and face holes that I've never seen, I stop seeing them as people and I start seeing humanity as if it were animal. It is highly amusing to watch these alien creatures waddle and graze, complain and contort.
This is going to be a good trip for me. I will be forced to handle myself in ways that I've always wanted to, but never gave myself the opportunity. I'm far less afraid than I've been in the past; perhaps its self-confidence, or maybe lack of caring. In any case I'm excited, nervous, but most importantly, happy.
I'm going to make entries as often as possible, mostly with just the interesting updates as typing out emotional novelas on these tiny keys is less rewarding than it should be.
Communication is bisexual when u think about it. Leave me some love kids.
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I'm at the gate now, digesting some semblance of vegetable lasagna from the LAX food court. The terminal is packed full of odd looking people, and I look at them smugly, but I sit very far away. I like watching people, especially in airports or malls, despite my uncomfortability around crowds. It's like when I see so many new and different types of faces, combinations of head shapes and face holes that I've never seen, I stop seeing them as people and I start seeing humanity as if it were animal. It is highly amusing to watch these alien creatures waddle and graze, complain and contort.
This is going to be a good trip for me. I will be forced to handle myself in ways that I've always wanted to, but never gave myself the opportunity. I'm far less afraid than I've been in the past; perhaps its self-confidence, or maybe lack of caring. In any case I'm excited, nervous, but most importantly, happy.
I'm going to make entries as often as possible, mostly with just the interesting updates as typing out emotional novelas on these tiny keys is less rewarding than it should be.
Communication is bisexual when u think about it. Leave me some love kids.
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