have you ever looked at a semi cab up close? i kind of love it.
March 28, 2006. photos. No Comments.
después de la madrugada venga el anochecer. después del principio venga el fín. el tiempo siempre pasa y así viven la gente. corriendo, esperando, deseando en la misma estrella que todos. solamente una vez tenemos la oportunidad de hacer algo que nos separe, que nos identifique. y en un solo momento, aprendimos más que uno pueda saber en una toda vida. en eso creo y en nada más.
March 27, 2006. word. 1 Comment.
doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.
March 23, 2006. photos. 3 Comments.
when i arrived home from work last night, i turned off the car, which had been growling like a junk yard dog for a few days, and heard a little clank and shudder from where i thought one might find the muffler. upon investigation, i discovered that the tail pipe was resting against the body of the car. i just barely touched it, really, and the back end of the muffler fell to the ground as if it was just too darn tired to keep fighting with gravity. it was funny actually, despite the looming dollar signs, and as plain as an anvil dropping from the sky.
i’ve been pretty lucky with this car, and i hadn’t had any problems in a while, so i decided not to get too upset about it until i had an estimate. i called and made an appointment with the only guys i’ve ever used, and then wondered how to get car and dead appendage to the shop. you see, the actual muffler, not the tailpipe, was literally resting on the ground. i realize that there are plenty of people out there who would consider it a minor annoyance to drive around dragging a tin can, sparks trailing like the 4th of july. but i really didn’t want to be that person, at least not without some sort of ‘i’m on the way to the shop’ sign in the window. so, i woke up a few minutes early, showered, put on a skirt, some hairspray and makeup, and then set out to see if i am really as tough as i like to think i am.
i put a blanket down on the gritty, post-winter street, sat down and slid my upper half under the back of my car. i blame tv for making me believe that checking out the undercarriage of a car is no big deal, like there’s enough room under there to have a tea party while you change your oil or whatever it is people do to the underbelly of their cars. in reality, there’s barely enough room to get your face under there without rubbing your nose against some grimy, corroded piece of metal.
since it was unclear whether i would ever be able to get back out from underneath my sad but devoted coach, i decided to press on with my red, blue and yellow bungee cords. i’m pretty sure there are three bungees doing the job of one, but i did manage to get the back half of that giant tin hunk of noise absorption off the ground and into it’s little tri-color hammock.
having accomplished so much and not quite ready to abandon my new, greasy underworld, i proceeded to place several phone calls. that’s right, i was damn proud. i even snapped a few pictures with my cell phone, that’s about as close as i come to flexing my biceps and grunting, ‘that oughtta do ‘er.’
March 23, 2006. news. No Comments.
March 22, 2006. photos. No Comments.
what doesn’t make you wince now
can only make you better
we’d all be better swimmers
if the earth was really wetter
the moral of the story is to remain untold
it never really ends
it just twists and unfolds
~lyrics by heiruspecs
March 21, 2006. word. No Comments.
March 20, 2006. photos. No Comments.
i usually get excited about anything falling from the sky. rain, hail, snow, meteors, most days i appreciate all of it. the problem is - i’m a bad driver. i’ve gotten used to saying this outloud. i’m good at other things. but i can be somewhat of a nightmare behind the wheel. one look at my poor and loyal car and it’s very clear. throw a bunch of snow under the wheels and i’m running about a 1 in 3 chance of crashing into something or getting stuck. i need to go places. i have things to do. so, please. please bring on the spring.
March 16, 2006. news. 1 Comment.
March 11, 2006. photos. No Comments.
people do bad things, all the time. hateful, destructive things. and, very often, the outcome isn’t good for anybody. it’s not like the bad people ever get much of a reward. the occasional wallet bonus, sure, or a free ride on the tunnel of love. but, in the end, bad things beget bad feelings. so why do we persist in being naughty? a psychiatrist might say that we secretly hate ourselves and want to be punished. a biologist might say it’s in our nature as self-serving, pleasure-seeking animals. your friendly neighborhood philosopher would, perhaps, argue that no behavior, in itself, is bad, but that other people’s perceptions of our behavior is what determines the social definition of the act. and so on, and so on. me, i just think we’re all going to hell. we know it. and when it comes down to telling our coworker she looks like a night shift singing telegram in that outfit, we weigh the consequences and decide our lower half belongs to the devil anyway, and the joke is just too good.
March 7, 2006. word. No Comments.