Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Or, watch MTV—either/or.
For those of us in the crowd (myself included) who may be nerds or geeks or rednecks or whatev’s, Parkour is when those people run up walls, do a handstand off a fence rail and a flip over a garbage container, then follow that up with a roll under a park bench.
I like to call it Urban Gymnastics.
My kitten, Napoleon (classic "short man" syndrome on this guy, by the way...) is unbelievably talented at Parkour. (Kittens throughout the ages have had this skill, but thank God we now have a name for it...)
Say you’re me, and you’re sitting in a chair, just an ordinary, ugly reclining chair, and maybe you have a remote control for the television resting on one arm of the chair and your phone on the other arm, and you’re doing important Facebook stuff on the laptop while cradling a cup of
Oh, come on! Play along!
Suddenly, you hear the kitten barreling down the hallway in his distinctive gallop, and as he rounds the corner, you realize with some horror that he’s headed right for you. In the split second it takes for him to get from the hallway to the chair, the only thought that runs through your mind is that when that cat hits your lap at that speed, you are going to spill
What happens instead? Magic.
The kitten leaps from three feet away to the right arm of the chair, spots the remote, adjusts, and lands just beyond it. Then, in the same movement, he launches himself to the top of the chair, hangs momentarily behind your head, then proceeds down the other side, skipping gingerly over the phone, following that with a beautiful long jump to the coffee table where he narrowly avoids three lit candles, vaults again, ricocheting off the front of the sofa, and before you know it, is on his way back down the hall.
And not a drop of
Monday, September 20, 2010
Life is full of perspective-changing moments. Saturday night I was out with a friend, and both of us were complaining about how much it sucks being single. We lamented how sad it was for us, even though we have friends, not being someone else's special someone.
When I got home from dinner, I found out that another friend had lost her partner of three years in a tragic car accident. Needless to say, I realized immediately that I had nothing to complain about "just" being single. After all, alone was a choice that I made for myself, not one that was thrust upon me through devastating circumstance.
The worst feeling in the world is the feeling of being powerless. I thought I had been feeling that so much lately, and I was, but obviously, I continue to be a very lucky person.
We put so much effort into preventing any bad feelings creeping in--so many unimportant things seem "life or death", and we fight as if we are trying to hold back the flooding waters that will surely drown us. However, on the occasion that things do blow up, you very often wonder why you were so concerned because, well…you lived. You made it through the hard part and the sun came up again. It's never quite so obvious as it is at a time like this.
My friend is a lot like me in that her instinct in this trauma was to just fix it. We fix things that are broken. We can't wrap our heads around situations that our own actions can't cure. While she will never, ever be able to "fix" what happened, in time it will become a part of the landscape of her experience. It will be a low point, to be sure, but being the person that she is, someone capable of remarkable things, I think that she will use this tragedy to fuel many, many future insights.
I wish she didn't have to.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I will be joining my coworkers by walking in this year's Start! Heart Walk benefiting the American Heart Association on September 25th in Canal Park.
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
OK, wait....First, here is the background to the Serious Question: What a dumb summer. What dumb "writing" this summer. I shoulda slapped myself a long time ago. Three months of whining. They should have taken away my internet access around mid-June. I wasn't even entertainingly angry, I was just depressing.
So here's the question--Is the name "Garret" an asshole name? My 17-year old swears it is.
KIDDING!!! JUUUUUUST KIDDING! That's not the question.
Here's the question, for real: Should I just nuke this entire summer's worth of bloggy-poo? I mean, I can't even read this crap. I don't want it around. Whiny, Woe Is Me, bullshit is all it is. But I don't want anybody surprised when something very recent just goes "Poof!", so, that's why I'm asking...
(What we may end up doing is "editing" content so that the dates remain the same and instead of the depressing whining, there will be pictures of cute boys and/or recipes for salsa. That way people will think all I talked about all summer was cute boys and salsa.)
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Mind you, this is the exact opposite of what I'm like in real life. In real life, I am an intelligent, competent, independent, competitive, madly motivated, and hard-working person.
Those qualities are no longer called for. Crap...I just spent the last 30 years perfecting them.