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Hey gang--sorry for the late notice but I've decided to relocate my blog to WORDPRESS. Please visit it now at
http://kreenpananas.wordpress.com
And make sure to visit my photoblog at
http://gottabeb.wordpress.com
Thanks for your continued viewage and support--you all rock! No really.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Tagged teamed at the Barbershop
Mondays have a reputation for being the least enjoyable day of the week. At least Wednesday gets the cool nickname like "hump day" and weekends are, in most cases, a time for R & R. Today's Monday has been an exception. I wasn't on the schedule but I swooped in to work to swap clothing and fit in a quick morning work out at the gym.
I jumped on the bus on the way back home and excused myself from this mother and her two children that had their stroller littered on the aisle. A minute later this other lady turns to me and laughs exclaiming, "Wow, you have a big smile on your face" and proceeds to smile and laugh. Hah! It's funny that she caught that because I did beam a smile at the mother as I crossed over. I just thought it was interesting that that other lady would find it fascinating.
The oddballs didn't end there. I went to the barbershop directly after my bus trip and instead of getting my usual barber, I get the trainee (who I wasn't aware at the time, was a trainee). About 3/4 of the way through, my usual barber finishes with her customer and comes over to inspect. She then grabs her clipper and starts working on my hair too. Never have I ever had two barbers work on me at the SAME time. The feeling of two clippers buzzing atop my scalp was a quasi relaxing (if not tingly) sensation. I would love to have taken a picture of myself the moment I had both clippers dancing on my head.
Conclusion: It was a pleasant day off filled with infectious smiling and a barbershop menage a trois.
I jumped on the bus on the way back home and excused myself from this mother and her two children that had their stroller littered on the aisle. A minute later this other lady turns to me and laughs exclaiming, "Wow, you have a big smile on your face" and proceeds to smile and laugh. Hah! It's funny that she caught that because I did beam a smile at the mother as I crossed over. I just thought it was interesting that that other lady would find it fascinating.
The oddballs didn't end there. I went to the barbershop directly after my bus trip and instead of getting my usual barber, I get the trainee (who I wasn't aware at the time, was a trainee). About 3/4 of the way through, my usual barber finishes with her customer and comes over to inspect. She then grabs her clipper and starts working on my hair too. Never have I ever had two barbers work on me at the SAME time. The feeling of two clippers buzzing atop my scalp was a quasi relaxing (if not tingly) sensation. I would love to have taken a picture of myself the moment I had both clippers dancing on my head.
Conclusion: It was a pleasant day off filled with infectious smiling and a barbershop menage a trois.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Heh, really?
I cracked open a fortune cookie today and got two fortunes:
- Your dearest wish will come true.
- This year your highest priority will be your family.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Through Questions
A wealth of discovery upon the edge of questions
Sharp and pointed and thirsty for blood
Answers come through with asserted dedication
A cause for rejoice and a reason for dismay
Frolic in a subdued haze of mystery
Each step wrought with surprises
We walk, daringly true and committed uncaring
We sprint, cutting through ribbons of abandonment
We share and we are rich.
Richer. And caffeinated.
Sharp and pointed and thirsty for blood
Answers come through with asserted dedication
A cause for rejoice and a reason for dismay
Frolic in a subdued haze of mystery
Each step wrought with surprises
We walk, daringly true and committed uncaring
We sprint, cutting through ribbons of abandonment
We share and we are rich.
Richer. And caffeinated.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
An extension of self
When inspiration hits, you just have to go with the flow. In this case, I started a photo blog/journal as I was inspired by a blog that was introduced to me by a friend. The URL to the blog in question is:
HTTP://TOTHETIP.WORDPRESS.COM
There's no real need for an introduction to it, just jump in and experience everything it has to offer.
And for those curious enough, here's the URL to the photo blog/journal I started. I'm looking to add a couple of authors as time goes by. So stay tuned.
http://gottabeb.wordpress.com
HTTP://TOTHETIP.WORDPRESS.COM
There's no real need for an introduction to it, just jump in and experience everything it has to offer.
And for those curious enough, here's the URL to the photo blog/journal I started. I'm looking to add a couple of authors as time goes by. So stay tuned.
http://gottabeb.wordpress.com
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Child of warmth
I spent the last 10 minutes typing an intro to this entry only to delete it. All I really want to say is, someone give the person responsible for this AMAZING weather a hug. It could do with a little breeze here and there, but geez Louise, how can I even think of living in a place where winter rips through part of the year?!
Ideal.
Ideal.
Friday, April 17, 2009
The man in the mirror (no, not the Michael Jackson song)
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror this morning and saw someone older. It could very well be the poor lighting in my bathroom, but I saw the same stranger when I washed the tangerine peel stain from my fingertips a few hours ago. Who is he? Where has he been? Why hasn't he spoken up sooner about the horribly humdrum ride he's been having?
He's me, obviously. He's been everywhere I've been. And I've turned a deaf ear to his rants and needs. We are equals but I discriminate him. I've never once offered my handkerchief to dry his grief. Why?
I remember now. He's not as harmless as he appears. I have reasons why I dislike him. Because whether or not I listen to him, he always finds a way to slip poison into my drink, my verbal tonic. He always finds a way to lace my thoughts with doubts and he always take me for granted. He cares too much for me but just as easily forgets my needs.
All to often I've been the backseat driver to my own life. There's a pro and con to this. On one hand, I get to enjoy (or dislike) the scenery. And on the other, I'm powerless to decide which scenery I'll be enjoying (or disliking). No...not powerless, no...never. Passive, maybe, but never powerless. Perhaps it's time to activate the emergency button on this ride and ask the stranger to help me read this sketchy, dismantled map.
He's me, obviously. He's been everywhere I've been. And I've turned a deaf ear to his rants and needs. We are equals but I discriminate him. I've never once offered my handkerchief to dry his grief. Why?
I remember now. He's not as harmless as he appears. I have reasons why I dislike him. Because whether or not I listen to him, he always finds a way to slip poison into my drink, my verbal tonic. He always finds a way to lace my thoughts with doubts and he always take me for granted. He cares too much for me but just as easily forgets my needs.
All to often I've been the backseat driver to my own life. There's a pro and con to this. On one hand, I get to enjoy (or dislike) the scenery. And on the other, I'm powerless to decide which scenery I'll be enjoying (or disliking). No...not powerless, no...never. Passive, maybe, but never powerless. Perhaps it's time to activate the emergency button on this ride and ask the stranger to help me read this sketchy, dismantled map.
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