Women as Lovers

I was scratching my lip just now when I realized that I didn't wash my hands after returning from Walmart. I hope I don't get pig flu.

Titus is staring at his almost-empty food bowl with disdain. Do you remember when you were a little kid and you had to take that dreaded last bite of hot dog, and you just couldn't force yourself? So you turned it into five - each one more arduous than the next. Ok, maybe that's a little too much elaboration, but that's what he looked like. Apologies to Seth Godin.

I'm reading Ron Paul's book: The Revolution, A Manifesto. So far I'm enjoying it, but I'll not bore you with didactics. Read it. Or don't. Makes no difference.

I was at the Ginger Man last night, and as I sat down, "The Wind Cries Mary" came on. That was the second time yesterday that I thought, "Today is a great day."

This is that. I cannot remember what type of sentence that is, and that question keeps popping up, as it were. I will have to dig up my Style book and satisfy my curiosity.

Exciting news: Jamie Stewart posted William's art on his blog! Jamie Stewart of Xiu Xiu, of course! You should check them out - good driving music.

That is enough for now, so I will leave you with this thought:
Someday, in the far distant, ethereal future - my children will fall asleep to Grouper. It is the perfect lullaby music.

Do work.

Before you get excited that posting is going to be a daily occurrence here, let me just burst your bubble - it isn't. I simply have a little revelation that I want to share with you.
Sidenote: I only ever have revelations when I am either in the shower (TMI?) or working out (ie swimming). Water = revelation?

I was running earlier and thinking: this is really hard...I don't like doing hard things. But at the same time, it felt good to accomplish something difficult, something that, at the time, seemed uncomfortable. So then I thought: I should try to do something hard every day; even a small task (like running). That way, I'd have a sense of accomplishment, and get out of my comfort zone a little. Certainly a selfish motivation, but this could also extend to such unlikely activities as...oh I dunno, helping other people?
It has really hit me lately how spoiled I am, especially because I am an American. There is NOTHING out of my reach - it seems that the world exists for my entertainment and benefit. So I have to remind myself (often!) that hard work is a good thing. Discipline is a good thing. Even if the only benefit I get from it at the time is the knowledge that I've accomplished a difficult task, hard work is good because it "builds character!" And I'll stop now, because I'm starting to sound like my dad.

"When we are unwavering in doing difficult tasks, they become easier to do. Not that the nature of the challenge has changed, but the ability to succeed has increased." - Jim

This is not like riding a bicycle

I have everything to tell you and nothing to write.
More to come.