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6 May

It turned May this past Tuesday.  I happen to be a huge fan of May, what with it’s elongating days and perfect weather and general good cheer.  I have been wanting to embark on another 30-Day Project and one that did not specifically involve any type of cleanse, because I know that in May, I like to have cocktails. Of which I had far too many last night, and am now already behind on my intended 30-Day Project for May 2012: Write A Letter A Day.

I am only behind for Saturday and Sunday and I will catch my self right back up, because as we know, it only takes 21 days to form a new habit and I have 25 left in marvelous May.  And see?  I have some proof that I started.  When brain cells perk back up, I will actually explain this project.  Must now sleep.  Make that, sleep now.


May The Odds Be Ever In MY Favor

30 Mar

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Yes, I’m one in 175 million and I don’t care what all the odds say that I have a better chance of dying from flesh eating bacteria than winning this lottery, the five minute daydreams here and there about what I would do with all that money bring me such sparkles of joy, play I say, play!!

Besides the practical, responsible financial planning and legal protections I’d obviously do first, oh man, get me to Barneys ASAP.

Exercising New Muscles

28 Mar

Fast-walked the two mile loop again tonight.  Wow, that’s three times this week.  With a sore throat and everything.  (Oh, made the appointment with the acu for Saturday, can.not.wait.)  Took the iPhone again, on mute, and stopped for a few more homework snaps.  These two are my favorite.

You can see that I still insist on wearing my florescent yellow running (stolen from the cycling department) vest.  Safety is sexy.  But what you should really be looking at is my excellent composition <ahem>.  How cool does this look with the tilt-shift blur???  I love it.


And this one is just neato.   Even though it is so California Spanish Mission, it really makes me miss New Mexico.  And the civics geek in me loves that it is the town, I mean, city hall.

Vernally Equinoxious

26 Mar

Apparently, spring arrived on March 20th.  I had it in my winter-numb skull that it was getting here on March 22nd this year, for no other reason than it has been on March 22nds of the past and that seemed like the day it should be on.  I can shamelessly admit to a high consumption of Irish alcoholic beverages on the 17th, so perhaps that is what threw my brain off.  Also, all the non-running.  (On the recovery front, have been introduced to THE sportie acupuncturist to cure me, booking a round of treatments is on the agenda for this week.)

I did do the two-mile walk loop tonight though, and brought along my iPhone which is rare.  (It only comes with me on trail runs and stays on mute the whole time.)  And so, I snapped some pictures.  Am involved in a little project that I am enjoying so I needed to do my homework.  Here’s a few shots.  Yes, I picked totally forgiving subjects and bow down to my Instagram filters. What can I say:  I’m just a girl going through a photography phase.  In springtime.

Enjoy.

 

On The Broncos, Manning, and Tebow

21 Mar

Being a Denver Broncos fan is something like being the rodeo cowboy who rides these wild horses. You try to hang on for just eight seconds while they thrash and buck, an almost willful intention to disappoint you and break your spirit, if not your ribs. They can’t ever seem to just do what we want, be consistent and win, but we keep climbing back on for another set of downs, another season, another ride.

I have been a Broncos fan for as long as I can remember, a willing enabler in our codependent relationship because I just keep hoping they will get it together THIS time. (And what is being a football fan, or sports fan in general without recognizing that the agonies are actually why we watch?) However, I have had stronger boundaries with my team the past two seasons because they clearly needed the space to work out their issues and me mine. I kept tabs on this whole Tebow mania, but have never once felt that he was the answer to the ongoing quarterback problem. The fact that the media went into groupthink overdrive about his religion just made me more nuts. (I’m in favor of a mandated separation of church and sports as well, but seeing how that’s working out in our public institutions, I recognize it’s an uphill battle.)

Enter Peyton Manning. My close friends with whom I regularly exchange football banter and actual discussion know that I’ve called him a robot, boring and have dismissed him with a few other more colorful phrases. (These same people are also not afraid of my very aggressive and actual screaming of profanities at the television during Bronco games.) I’ve watched Manning destroy defenses with his considerable and quantifiable skill as a QB, not just the wild thrashing and prayers of the young Tebow. I am now very intrigued as to what he still has left in him while part of my favorite team. Maybe I’ve mellowed with age too, but I’m willing to give him my Bronco love.

Here is the great article that caused this little rumination. And I’m totally for keeping Tebow as a running back or a tight end. A QB he is not. Time to saddle up…

Update:  Tim Tebow is now a NY Jet.

Update #2: Oopsie!  Contract problems!

How Not To Update

26 Feb

As I muddle through this running and writing layoff due to prolonged injury and a semi-broken heart, I find myself increasingly apathetic about Facebook, especially since the Timeline redesign has gone live and the “Like” button has used its manipulative algorithm to render everyone’s news feeds into redundant and myopic dreck.  (And I have very talented and interesting friends with a wide range of pursuits!)

At this point, apathy is better than the annoyance I had been stewing in.  But sometimes annoyance and irritation is great inspiration and sometimes snark is the fuel I need.  I am already filled with ideas to play with this format.  So, with feigned apologies to those who enjoy both writing and reading about the minutia of daily life, here is a peek into my last week written in the most general style of the Facebook Status Update I could muster, lack of wit and generous use of exclamation points intended:

  • Wild turkeys are on my roof, so cool!
  • Girl Scout Cookies: two boxes in two days, a new record.
  • Oh good, dog diarrhea in my kitchen…  AGAIN!
  • Post Date Wrap-Up: BO-ring!
  • TSA, you suck!
  • Uh oh… might need to attach a breathalyzer to my phone.
  • How do you remove a temporary tattoo?!
  • Angelina, PLEASE EAT SOMETHING and put your leg away!

Take A Load Off

2 Feb

It’s Groundhog Day.  It’s Groundhog Day.  It’s Groundhog Day.

Okay, you get it.

January went by in an oxymoron of creeping speed.  Now trying to balance back out.  Seeing my favorite band, Wilco, at The Fox in Oakland on Tuesday night really helped.  Live music always helps.

Here is Wilco doing a cover of The Band‘s “The Weight” in their dressing room with Mavis Staples and Nick Lowe from last December.  It takes that load right off of me.  I hope it does for you too.

Banishing Oxymorons Burns Calories

17 Jan

Not running regularly has had a detrimental affect on my writing, mainly in that I am out of sync with the schedule that afforded me the consistency of thoughts turning to words turning to sentences.  The words are all still there, but in a nasty knot much like a pile of colored climbing rope a neighbor would pay us kids to spend time untangling while we sat outside on long summer evenings.  I start to follow a a promising lead, and unravel a few snarls, then run smack into the giant clump of intertwined mess.  My words are being choked by those snags.

However, I have had a recurring thought that I need to get out, even if not my best description, about two phrases I am banishing from my vocabulary.  Banishment is serious business, as the lovelorn Juliet knows.  Follow along:

It will be too soon if I ever hear someone say TO me again, “I’m just going to be brutally honest…”  This was a favorite phrase of my ex-husband, who by all accounts was and is a bully and used the guise of honesty as a cover for merely being brutal.  Consider how many times someone has said this very phrase to you and then, without missing a beat proceeded to hurt your feelings with an opinion they have about how you are acting or reacting to something that is causing you pain, frustration or worry.  Go ahead.  Think about it.  I guarantee that 99.9% of the time, it hurt you more to be brutalized by a lack of compassion than to hear the editorial about your feelings from a person who thinks they know what is best for you.  People who use the phrase “brutally honest” will hide behind their “good intentions” when in all likelihood they have not even examined the full scope of what being intentional actually means.  Honesty is not truth.  The truth simply exists and honesty is the courage to perceive truth without bias.  No brutality is ever needed.

The next one I have decided to do away with is slightly more controversial since it is so embedded in our culture, and for me has probably been assigned a bullet point when describing my big personality.  Here goes:

Tough love.  I am breaking up with tough love.   Similar to its cousin “brutal honesty” it connotes pain and confusion.  From its oxymoronical phrasing to its overuse in popular culture by the likes of Dr. “How’s That Working For Ya”  Phil, it simply must be banished from my lexicon.  ”Tough love” has become a cover for sass and uninvited judgment.  It’s often followed with the meaningless and condescending, “I’m just saying…”  Having an opinion, and a strong one at that, is very different from “tough love” so I hope this doesn’t cause too much confusion for my family and friends who do value my intense perspectives.

I don’t need to love to be tough.  I don’t need someone using the cover of love to deliver their opinion of my pain.  How about people attempt to be courageous enough to sit in the aura of their loved one’s struggle?  If someone is repeating a destructive pattern that has them unable to move forward and is causing you frustration, try being compassionate instead of “tough.”  Believe me, the stuck person is being hard enough on themselves.  Let me also apologize to anyone I have ever practiced this ill-advised strategy upon.  I know for sure I have blurted things out about how someone “should” or “could” fix their situations.  I have been working hard the last few years to be compassionate first and a problem-solving supporter later.

Whew… that felt good.  Almost as good as a five-mile run.  Back to the foam roller to fix this knee.

Tender

11 Jan

A friend summed up the new year’s arrival for me with this admonishment, “Ok, 2012.  It’s only Day 6. Simmer down a little.”

I’ll go into how I am trying to cool my start to 2012 later, but here is what I am using as the basis for my emotional resolutions this year.

Life-Giving Lemons

2 Jan

Ahhhh a New Year.  I am an ardent fan of the calendar’s move from Decembers to Januarys, even if people much smarter than I am would start discussing relativity or some such astrophysics to explain time and space.  For me, the New Year is not only a symbol of change, but a tangible shift in perception, from old to new, from tired to refreshed, from stuck to motivated.  Although I am not a believer in the making of resolutions if only to be discussed around the water cooler, I am very inspired by reflection, acknowledgement and adjusting my patterns to reach new goals.  The good news about all the resolution chatter is that it’s on everyone’s minds at the same time and that is an excellent place to be to take advantage of the collective great energy.

I have also decided that I need a few more days to get my reflections done and my 2012 action plan into place.  Slowing down to MY pace instead of trying to match the hyperspeed of the 24-hour news cycle is my first order of business.  I want my attention to be focused on the important details, not the din of everyone talking at once.  One of my favorite documentaries of 2011 was “Bill Cunningham New York” which follows New York Times photographer Bill Cunningham over a year’s time as he pedals his Schwinn all over New York City snapping photos (on film no less!) of Gotham’s citizens and socialites and what they wear as they go about their days and nights.  No other movie brought me as much joy as this one, even in the distinct irony that Bill is an ascetic who could not be more delighted by people and what they wear.  The moment that stuck with me the most and will forever is when he says, “He who seeks beauty will find it.”  He focuses on the details.

Here is a slice of beauty in my wild tangle of a yard right now, the Meyer lemon tree.  These lemons are so fragrant and delicious I am ruined for other lemons for the rest of time.  People who used to live here actually stop by to pick lemons from the tree and other former residents won a lemonade contest with these gems.  I snapped this on New Year’s Day morning: life giving me some luscious lemons.  I accept.

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