For one summer during college I worked in a Grocery store, in the deli/bakery section. It was boring work, although sometimes slightly insane too. The people were interesting, lunch and dinner time were always crazy, and holidays down right scary. People can be very particular about their food. In addition to fresh cut meats and cakes, we also made subs. I grew up on this subs. 2 feet long, and a hell of a lot cheaper and better then subways. I of course grew up with subs, here in PA, we have Hoagies.
Today I had a what they called a Italian Hoagie. Only it was Ham, salami, and turkey. Now everyone makes their Italian's a little different. The Deli I worked at used ham, hot ham, and pepperoni. I've had salami instead of hot ham. I have never had Turkey in an Italian, never. What in the world is going on here? I actually feel like complaining to the deli, except that would mean walking all the way back to the deli from here, before the end of lunch. And in reality it was not horrible, just not what I wanted. I wanted an Italian. Not going to order an Italian from there ever again...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Snoring
So my boss came back today from a vacation to Disney in Florida. He had been away about a week and a half. The funny thing is he spend more then two hours this morning snoring at his desk. It was kind of funny, although I wish I could take a nap. The last couple of nights I have not slept well (not sure why), but I am definably low on sleep.
Sleep is this strange thing. Everyone needs sleep. Its how our bodies heal and rest. I wonder what it would be like if we did not need to sleep. Can you imagine? No beds, no alarm clocks, no Monday mornings when you struggle to make it to work on time. No rest. Yet would we be able to get more done? Would we be productive? I feel that rest is one of those things that helps us to collect our thoughts and step away from stressful situations.
Guess I'm just wishing I either drank coffee or could take a nap.
Sleep is this strange thing. Everyone needs sleep. Its how our bodies heal and rest. I wonder what it would be like if we did not need to sleep. Can you imagine? No beds, no alarm clocks, no Monday mornings when you struggle to make it to work on time. No rest. Yet would we be able to get more done? Would we be productive? I feel that rest is one of those things that helps us to collect our thoughts and step away from stressful situations.
Guess I'm just wishing I either drank coffee or could take a nap.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Fairmount Park
Yesterday my Grandparents came to visit. It was a nice visit, we walked around Fairemount park, near the Art museum and had dinner at Jake's Firehouse. It always strikes me odd how my perception of my Grandparents has changed over the years. When I was younger they were cool people who gave great gifts and took us to neat events. I also learned a lot from both of them. I remember the first time my Grandfather had me wash his car. I was terrified that he would find a 'holiday' (missed spot) on his truck, so I washed it twice. And of course cooking with grandma was always a treat.
Now I am a 'adult', yet I still kind wish I could be treated like a little girl. And yet I am very glad about being old enough to talk about 'grown up' things with my grandparents too.
There is something so important about listening to your elders. They remember a world prior to TV and PC. They remember what hard work is and community. They can tell you how things have changed and what problems have been caused by 'modern' life. I wish more people had grandparents like mine, who know history and importantly their own history well enough to learn from it. I wish we could better learn from the mistakes of the past. Is that too much to ask?
Now I am a 'adult', yet I still kind wish I could be treated like a little girl. And yet I am very glad about being old enough to talk about 'grown up' things with my grandparents too.
There is something so important about listening to your elders. They remember a world prior to TV and PC. They remember what hard work is and community. They can tell you how things have changed and what problems have been caused by 'modern' life. I wish more people had grandparents like mine, who know history and importantly their own history well enough to learn from it. I wish we could better learn from the mistakes of the past. Is that too much to ask?
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Fall
When the rain and cool winds blow
and the sky is full of greys and greys
and clouds seem to block the shining sun
when winds blow bitterly
You know its getting close.
Fall, with the blue skys and orange leaves
Fall, with the cool winds and washing rains
Fall, with its bright colors and harvest
Fall, with the coming of death and bleakness
I love the way that Fall sneaks in
at the end of August, while summer
fights to keep warming the earth
And Winter waits patently to take over
I love the Fall.
Fall, with the ripening pumpkins orange
Fall, with apples and apple pies
Fall, with the leaf piles and naked trees
Fall, with the darkening sky
and the sky is full of greys and greys
and clouds seem to block the shining sun
when winds blow bitterly
You know its getting close.
Fall, with the blue skys and orange leaves
Fall, with the cool winds and washing rains
Fall, with its bright colors and harvest
Fall, with the coming of death and bleakness
I love the way that Fall sneaks in
at the end of August, while summer
fights to keep warming the earth
And Winter waits patently to take over
I love the Fall.
Fall, with the ripening pumpkins orange
Fall, with apples and apple pies
Fall, with the leaf piles and naked trees
Fall, with the darkening sky
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Thank Goodness for SparkNotes
All though high school and most of college, I always thought that Sparknotes was just a way of cheating and that it was not actually helpful. Plus I wanted to read all my books, not just read a bunch of notes. But then I learned that Sparknotes was a great study guide, definably for plays where it gives you the break down of Characters and acts/scenes. Of course I did not think that it would be helpful outside of school. Boy was I wrong.
In trying to study for the GRE, I happened upon Sparknotes GRE study help. Not only do they go through all of the math stuff (which I so needed a refresher on) they also give strategies for taking the test. Of course growing up in NYS means that I am a good test taker. The Regents are not easy test, and I'm used to the tricks that the test writers put in place. Still finding a really good, free, online study guide is amazing.
So despite all of the bad stuff people say about SparkNotes, I am personally very grateful. Now back to studying...
In trying to study for the GRE, I happened upon Sparknotes GRE study help. Not only do they go through all of the math stuff (which I so needed a refresher on) they also give strategies for taking the test. Of course growing up in NYS means that I am a good test taker. The Regents are not easy test, and I'm used to the tricks that the test writers put in place. Still finding a really good, free, online study guide is amazing.
So despite all of the bad stuff people say about SparkNotes, I am personally very grateful. Now back to studying...
Monday, August 23, 2010
Kill the Buddha
There is a saying in Buddhism that I think is a very interesting way to look at both religion and faith. "If you meet Buddha on the road, Kill Buddha". The idea in the Buddhist religion is to reach enlightenment. The problem is to often what the human idea of enlightenment is wrong, thus you must kill (change/remove) it. But I feel like this can translate to some many other things. Life, is a journey (the road from above). We have certain things that we feel are important or that we place in high importance, that we have put on a pedestal. If we have the gall to 'kill the Buddha' to get rid of that thing on the pedestal, then we are closer to replacing it with what should be there.
As a Christian I am told to mirror Christ. I am suppose to forever be pushing myself to be more like Christ, to be a better person. If I was willing to kill Christ (as bad as that sounds), would I be able to get closer to Him? It definably is an interesting way to look at things. If I could identify what is standing between myself and Christ, I would in theory be able to get closer to Christ. At the moment what is standing in the way, is mostly myself. I like to be in the way.
So "IF you meet Buddha on the road, Kill Buddha."
As a Christian I am told to mirror Christ. I am suppose to forever be pushing myself to be more like Christ, to be a better person. If I was willing to kill Christ (as bad as that sounds), would I be able to get closer to Him? It definably is an interesting way to look at things. If I could identify what is standing between myself and Christ, I would in theory be able to get closer to Christ. At the moment what is standing in the way, is mostly myself. I like to be in the way.
So "IF you meet Buddha on the road, Kill Buddha."
Friday, August 20, 2010
The Grief is Real
The darkness in my heart will gather in might
and light will fade in the darking dawn of night
which shadows my heart darker still
and from my eyes no tears can spill
I wonder at others happiness
when all they seem to have is bliss
sadness is by far a better thing
then all this darkness which to me cling
Grief they say will soon disperse
And Grief they say will soon end
Grief they say is dealt with ease
Grief I say is a very real thing
But through this darkness gathering
I can see, a white ship beckoning
And in that ship some day I'll go
never, nay never will I sow
My grief upon the ground 'more
heaven will be open, the vale tore
and joy beyond all joy restored
that's the very hope I move toward
And though this darkness in my sleep
that hope and joy nearer me I keep
that with earth's dark passage done
I'll have finished this race I have begun.
and light will fade in the darking dawn of night
which shadows my heart darker still
and from my eyes no tears can spill
I wonder at others happiness
when all they seem to have is bliss
sadness is by far a better thing
then all this darkness which to me cling
Grief they say will soon disperse
And Grief they say will soon end
Grief they say is dealt with ease
Grief I say is a very real thing
But through this darkness gathering
I can see, a white ship beckoning
And in that ship some day I'll go
never, nay never will I sow
My grief upon the ground 'more
heaven will be open, the vale tore
and joy beyond all joy restored
that's the very hope I move toward
And though this darkness in my sleep
that hope and joy nearer me I keep
that with earth's dark passage done
I'll have finished this race I have begun.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
My Oh My What A Wonderful Day
Zip-a-dee doo dah
Zip-a-dee ay
My Oh my what a wonderful day
Blenty of sunshine heading my way
Zip-a-dee doo dah
Zip-a-dee ay
Mister Blue bird on my shoulder
it's the truth, it's actch'll
everything is satisfach'll
Zip-a-dee doo dah
Zip-a-dee ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day
Though you would all like to get the above stuck in your head, since I have had it stuck in mine most of the day. (evil I know).
Zip-a-dee ay
My Oh my what a wonderful day
Blenty of sunshine heading my way
Zip-a-dee doo dah
Zip-a-dee ay
Mister Blue bird on my shoulder
it's the truth, it's actch'll
everything is satisfach'll
Zip-a-dee doo dah
Zip-a-dee ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day
Though you would all like to get the above stuck in your head, since I have had it stuck in mine most of the day. (evil I know).
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Rain: Why I love it
I.
Powdery white clouds building
In the robin egg blue sky
which from a far are castles
Or lovely shapes
Till their dark edges
over come you and
the thunder rolls across the land
and lightening brilliantly lights
the darkening black sky
and the wind blows it all away
till once again its just a
Powdery white cloud building
In the robin egg blue sky.
II
The Smell of rain at night
that damp clean smell
which makes you smile
which makes you feel clean
the darkness of night
the smell of rain
the sound of water
bouncing and dancing
running and dripping
III
Sleeping in on Saturday morning
with the cool wet weather
safely kept outside
a warm wood fire
and a comfy sweater
a good book and time to read it.
IV
The humid days of summer
when all you want is rain
when the air around you
speaks of sweat and heat
the clouds are hiding
and the only damp coolness
is gathering in sweat beads
on your hot, sun burnt skin
V
After a rain fall, the drip drip drip
the trees and leaves and houses
slowly empty the water
from top to bottom
from leaf to leaf to leaf
gently dripping in the puddles
and running down in little streams
which somehow become larger
greater, bigger, mightier rivers
but it all starts with the drip drip drip
VI
Watching the rain come over the hill
sheets after sheets slowly advancing
like soldiers on attach, marching in unit
gathering strength, till the first drip hits
gathering to the down pour which hides
the valley, hides the road, everything
in the sheets of grey rain, which fall
from the grey black clouds above
Watching that rain again recede
slower, but still in sections
retreating line by line by line
till everything is left dripping
till everything is left clean
and the sun comes bashfully out
and soaks everything in its rays
which glisten through every small
drop like a prism, which splashes
the rainbow across the blue, grey sky
VII
Making mud pies in new dressed
with Georgia red clay
Ending is scoldings from parents
and many tears over ruined dresses.
VII
The mat grey skys
which give way to
mat grey rains
which go back
to mate grey skys
and leave the world
grey, grey, grey
Powdery white clouds building
In the robin egg blue sky
which from a far are castles
Or lovely shapes
Till their dark edges
over come you and
the thunder rolls across the land
and lightening brilliantly lights
the darkening black sky
and the wind blows it all away
till once again its just a
Powdery white cloud building
In the robin egg blue sky.
II
The Smell of rain at night
that damp clean smell
which makes you smile
which makes you feel clean
the darkness of night
the smell of rain
the sound of water
bouncing and dancing
running and dripping
III
Sleeping in on Saturday morning
with the cool wet weather
safely kept outside
a warm wood fire
and a comfy sweater
a good book and time to read it.
IV
The humid days of summer
when all you want is rain
when the air around you
speaks of sweat and heat
the clouds are hiding
and the only damp coolness
is gathering in sweat beads
on your hot, sun burnt skin
V
After a rain fall, the drip drip drip
the trees and leaves and houses
slowly empty the water
from top to bottom
from leaf to leaf to leaf
gently dripping in the puddles
and running down in little streams
which somehow become larger
greater, bigger, mightier rivers
but it all starts with the drip drip drip
VI
Watching the rain come over the hill
sheets after sheets slowly advancing
like soldiers on attach, marching in unit
gathering strength, till the first drip hits
gathering to the down pour which hides
the valley, hides the road, everything
in the sheets of grey rain, which fall
from the grey black clouds above
Watching that rain again recede
slower, but still in sections
retreating line by line by line
till everything is left dripping
till everything is left clean
and the sun comes bashfully out
and soaks everything in its rays
which glisten through every small
drop like a prism, which splashes
the rainbow across the blue, grey sky
VII
Making mud pies in new dressed
with Georgia red clay
Ending is scoldings from parents
and many tears over ruined dresses.
VII
The mat grey skys
which give way to
mat grey rains
which go back
to mate grey skys
and leave the world
grey, grey, grey
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Telling a Story
Let me tell you a story.
We'll start with a
'Once upon a time'
Or maybe we will start
where most people end
Let me tell you a story
its not daring or wild
its simply a story
of a child like you
who with wide-opened eyes
gathered flowers and leaves
who wondered in worlds
that most do not see
Let me tell you a story
I'll make funny voices
I'll act out both sides
of the daring sword fight
I'll do something funny
come sit let me begin
Oh wondering child
won't you let me begin?
Let me tell you a story
of a child not of this world
who grew up like you did
and saw what no one saw
Who's day dreams begin
where dreams end.
Who knows what others know
But sees it differently
Let me tell you a story
of how quickly you grew
yet how much a child you are
how the adult world mixed
changed your child wonder
how you still day dream
while living so far away
still see fairies and all
that others can not see
Let me tell you a story
or better yet...
won't you tell me a story?
We'll start with a
'Once upon a time'
Or maybe we will start
where most people end
Let me tell you a story
its not daring or wild
its simply a story
of a child like you
who with wide-opened eyes
gathered flowers and leaves
who wondered in worlds
that most do not see
Let me tell you a story
I'll make funny voices
I'll act out both sides
of the daring sword fight
I'll do something funny
come sit let me begin
Oh wondering child
won't you let me begin?
Let me tell you a story
of a child not of this world
who grew up like you did
and saw what no one saw
Who's day dreams begin
where dreams end.
Who knows what others know
But sees it differently
Let me tell you a story
of how quickly you grew
yet how much a child you are
how the adult world mixed
changed your child wonder
how you still day dream
while living so far away
still see fairies and all
that others can not see
Let me tell you a story
or better yet...
won't you tell me a story?
Monday, August 16, 2010
Mondays
Some Mondays are just so hard! Yesterday I had a rather full day, which included Church, lunch after Church, and Rehearsal (from 2:30 to almost 9). I think that there was an hour in there somewhere, between church and rehearsal where I managed to get a little nap in, but that was the only break. It was not bad, actually it was a fun day, just tiring and long.
So this morning was hard, it was overcast and I was tired. And of course it is a Monday. All I wanted to do this morning was climb back in bed with a book and maybe a cuppa. Funny how you wish all week for the weekend, and then the weekend comes and it flies away and you land on Monday half wishing you could have another day off. Well the only thing that got me to work today was knowing that staying in my apartment would drive me nuts and I really need the money. Just have to make it through work today and rehearsal and then I can go back to sleep.
So this morning was hard, it was overcast and I was tired. And of course it is a Monday. All I wanted to do this morning was climb back in bed with a book and maybe a cuppa. Funny how you wish all week for the weekend, and then the weekend comes and it flies away and you land on Monday half wishing you could have another day off. Well the only thing that got me to work today was knowing that staying in my apartment would drive me nuts and I really need the money. Just have to make it through work today and rehearsal and then I can go back to sleep.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Maybe, Probably, Not
Maybe, probably, not
I love, I hate, I think
and dive and jump and sing
Maybe, probably, not
in a boat, in a plane
or just sittin' still
Maybe, probably, not
living, hoping, dieing?
Maybe, probably, not
could be a moon or stars
could be a man or bird
could be I've lost my mind
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
could have left me long ago
in search of new fronteers
Maybe, probably, not
and danced away
and flew away
and landed in hay
Maybe, probably, not
I wish I understood today
Maybe, probably, not
I've lost all things I'm not
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
my dreams, my hopes, my fears
went up and out and in
Maybe, probably, not
I waited
I watched
I sat still
Maybe, probably, not
so that nothing could happen here
Maybe, probably, not
Could be I need direction
Could be I missed my path
Could be I lost connection
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
But definably maybe.
I love, I hate, I think
and dive and jump and sing
Maybe, probably, not
in a boat, in a plane
or just sittin' still
Maybe, probably, not
living, hoping, dieing?
Maybe, probably, not
could be a moon or stars
could be a man or bird
could be I've lost my mind
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
could have left me long ago
in search of new fronteers
Maybe, probably, not
and danced away
and flew away
and landed in hay
Maybe, probably, not
I wish I understood today
Maybe, probably, not
I've lost all things I'm not
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
my dreams, my hopes, my fears
went up and out and in
Maybe, probably, not
I waited
I watched
I sat still
Maybe, probably, not
so that nothing could happen here
Maybe, probably, not
Could be I need direction
Could be I missed my path
Could be I lost connection
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
Maybe, probably, not
But definably maybe.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
SEPTA
Seeing as I have no car (because I'm poor and earth friendly) and I don't ride my bike after dark or when its raining. I end up riding on SEPTA. Last night I took the M/F El to the 30th street station and then out to Yunk (Manayunk) by the #9 bus. This morning I took the El to work because it was suppose to rain most of the day. SEPTA is kind of my my best friend and greatest annoyance.
When I am riding my bike I hate buses. Not only is it difficult for the Driver to see you, but they like to drive in the Bike lane, seeing as they have to pull over to pick up people anyways. It also does not help that Bus drivers drive like they have two seat sports cars, not huge @ss buses. When I am riding on them I don't mind the bus. There are always the most interesting people riding on SEPTA. The demographic also changes depending on where I am going. The only other complaint I have is regarding the Subway during the summer, its just to hot and gross on the platforms underground.
The greatest thing is that anywhere that I want to get in the city I can get there, and believe me when you are used to having to drive places (like around my parents house), really good Public transit is amazing.
When I am riding my bike I hate buses. Not only is it difficult for the Driver to see you, but they like to drive in the Bike lane, seeing as they have to pull over to pick up people anyways. It also does not help that Bus drivers drive like they have two seat sports cars, not huge @ss buses. When I am riding on them I don't mind the bus. There are always the most interesting people riding on SEPTA. The demographic also changes depending on where I am going. The only other complaint I have is regarding the Subway during the summer, its just to hot and gross on the platforms underground.
The greatest thing is that anywhere that I want to get in the city I can get there, and believe me when you are used to having to drive places (like around my parents house), really good Public transit is amazing.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
LXD
If you spend as much time on the Internet as I do (all day at work and most nights) and you do not have a TV, you might begin to watch things on Hulu. Since I love to watch things, while I'm doing something else, hulu is great! Mostly because it is free.
But I digress, the main reason I need to talk about Hulu is because of this great 'show' they have called LXD. Its a Hulu show, and it runs only about 20mins (sometimes shorter) per episode. Now there is a story, although its rather segmented and some of the acting is just horrible. Nevertheless I have become slightly addicted to the program (OK really addicted) and Why? Because most of the story is no spoken, its danced. LXD stands for the legion of Extraordinary Dancers. And some of the segments are just amazing.
Unfortunately at the moment the show is mostly male dominated and leans strongly towards the hip-hop on other modern dance forms. I would love to see some classical dance. The story is so interesting, so strange. Most of the time I don't really pay attention to the narrator at the beginning, I just want to see the dance. So far robot love story is my favorite.
But what I find as the best part of the whole idea behind LXD is the story, more importantly how you tell the story. Most people now a days have never seen a ballet dance, with a story, something with no words, but the movement itself moves you. Even if I would never make it as a professional dancer, I love how movement is such a strong part of theatre. Sure you can tell the story with words, but if you act it out, can it be more powerful?
But I digress, the main reason I need to talk about Hulu is because of this great 'show' they have called LXD. Its a Hulu show, and it runs only about 20mins (sometimes shorter) per episode. Now there is a story, although its rather segmented and some of the acting is just horrible. Nevertheless I have become slightly addicted to the program (OK really addicted) and Why? Because most of the story is no spoken, its danced. LXD stands for the legion of Extraordinary Dancers. And some of the segments are just amazing.
Unfortunately at the moment the show is mostly male dominated and leans strongly towards the hip-hop on other modern dance forms. I would love to see some classical dance. The story is so interesting, so strange. Most of the time I don't really pay attention to the narrator at the beginning, I just want to see the dance. So far robot love story is my favorite.
But what I find as the best part of the whole idea behind LXD is the story, more importantly how you tell the story. Most people now a days have never seen a ballet dance, with a story, something with no words, but the movement itself moves you. Even if I would never make it as a professional dancer, I love how movement is such a strong part of theatre. Sure you can tell the story with words, but if you act it out, can it be more powerful?
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The People Outside
From my window I covertly watch
while neighbors have a party.
They have a little blow up pool
which little girls in bathing suits
and neatly braided hair splash
at boys in little swimming trunks.
On the porch, the grown-ups sit
sharing conversation, and taking turns
watching the grill or the kids.
Till one of the girls goes crying
towards the out stretched hands
of her mother, while another mom
scolds one of the little boys
The water of the pool has splashed
up over the sides and down
first onto sidewalk, then street.
Where it runs randomly away
from the closest grate.
And while I listen to the music
laughter, splashing and talk.
I watch a whole story.
As if the people outside
were trapped in a TV some where
Or in the pages of my journal
ready to be typed into life
or trapped on a page, a hard drive.
Where the splashing kids,
talking adults and running water
play in a never ending circle
as if contained, as if fiction.
while neighbors have a party.
They have a little blow up pool
which little girls in bathing suits
and neatly braided hair splash
at boys in little swimming trunks.
On the porch, the grown-ups sit
sharing conversation, and taking turns
watching the grill or the kids.
Till one of the girls goes crying
towards the out stretched hands
of her mother, while another mom
scolds one of the little boys
The water of the pool has splashed
up over the sides and down
first onto sidewalk, then street.
Where it runs randomly away
from the closest grate.
And while I listen to the music
laughter, splashing and talk.
I watch a whole story.
As if the people outside
were trapped in a TV some where
Or in the pages of my journal
ready to be typed into life
or trapped on a page, a hard drive.
Where the splashing kids,
talking adults and running water
play in a never ending circle
as if contained, as if fiction.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Tea
Everyone who drinks coffee basically expects that everyone else also drinks coffee. I of course drink tea. Which makes people think I'm a little weird. Of course I have liked tea since before I spent a month in Ireland (which made my love for tea stronger). My favorite teas are black teas, like Earl Grey or Irish Breakfast (which I happen to be drinking right now). I also like a lot of 'herbal' teas like sleepy time and Mandarin Orange.
Of course I've never really gotten used to the traditional tea time in the afternoon. I tend to drink tea in the morning during lunch or after supper before bed. Also during the summer the tea is usually iced tea, unsweetened like the Yankee I am. So why tea?
Well first of all, although I love the smell of Coffee, I never really like the taste (I like Coffee ice cream and chocolate covered espresso beans but that's about it). Coffee also usually has a lot more caffeine then Tea, and I'm not a big caffeine person. Thirdly tea besides tasting better and smelling Davine, has a much more diverse array of possibilities. Coffee taste is determined by where it is grown, amount of shade vs. sunlight and type of coffee bean. There are a lot more kinds of tea leaf, black, red, white, green, with several variants, plus there are many other herbs which get made into tea, like Chamomile. Rose petals, Jasmine, lemon, orange, Cinnamon, and other spices can also be added to change the taste. Also have you ever heard of a coffee that unfolds like a blooming flower while it steeps?
Tea I tell you is the way to go. And it amazes me how many people think I'm just plain crazy for thinking so. It really does make me wonder how many 'just' tea drinkers are out there.
Of course I've never really gotten used to the traditional tea time in the afternoon. I tend to drink tea in the morning during lunch or after supper before bed. Also during the summer the tea is usually iced tea, unsweetened like the Yankee I am. So why tea?
Well first of all, although I love the smell of Coffee, I never really like the taste (I like Coffee ice cream and chocolate covered espresso beans but that's about it). Coffee also usually has a lot more caffeine then Tea, and I'm not a big caffeine person. Thirdly tea besides tasting better and smelling Davine, has a much more diverse array of possibilities. Coffee taste is determined by where it is grown, amount of shade vs. sunlight and type of coffee bean. There are a lot more kinds of tea leaf, black, red, white, green, with several variants, plus there are many other herbs which get made into tea, like Chamomile. Rose petals, Jasmine, lemon, orange, Cinnamon, and other spices can also be added to change the taste. Also have you ever heard of a coffee that unfolds like a blooming flower while it steeps?
Tea I tell you is the way to go. And it amazes me how many people think I'm just plain crazy for thinking so. It really does make me wonder how many 'just' tea drinkers are out there.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Busy, Busy, Busy
I really don't mind having work to do, it just when you get used to it being slow, and then for some reason, out of the blue, you have a really busy day, its hard. And of course I had rehearsal last night, so I got to sleep late, and in reality this whole week has been low on sleep. Plus I might actually be anemic today (in part why I'm eating red beans and rice). Anyways its busy at work today. I've been going basically none stop since about 8:30, handling phone calls, live chats, and emails all at the same time (fun fun fun).
On a completely different track, I am trying to decide whether or not to become a member of Liberti, the church I have been attending for the last couple of weeks. They have a retreat for new people in Oct. and I am trying to decide whether to go or not. It is $55.00, but it might be really worth it. Of course, I also might be going to grad school next fall. Is it worth it to become a member when I know I will be moving away in less then a year? Tis a delema...
On a completely different track, I am trying to decide whether or not to become a member of Liberti, the church I have been attending for the last couple of weeks. They have a retreat for new people in Oct. and I am trying to decide whether to go or not. It is $55.00, but it might be really worth it. Of course, I also might be going to grad school next fall. Is it worth it to become a member when I know I will be moving away in less then a year? Tis a delema...
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Dreamer
The purple streams give way to green and gold waterfalls
which turn into mist and clouds over oqua rocks
And it all waffs and billows through
upside down trees and red thunder grass
Till everything melts and dribles
upwards towards the stars, painting them all colors
blue black berry colored birds wing over the sky
and someone says your name, softly, quietly
like the billowing breeze running through water
far in the distant, and echo of whats coming
Till you walk through towering buildings
flashing flowers and trees and smily faces
And the city itself seems to know you,
every one knows you, and you know them
And as in Oz were with green glasses
All you see is green, so in this city
You see smiles only, and happiness.
And you wondered what everything looks like
What could be hidden behind the colored lense?
Nothing is ever as it seems.
And as the dream turns towards the dark road
nightmarish shapes which edge in on your mind
And as you start to see the under world
You wake to the dark earily morning
And smell the city, grim and dirt
feel the night time hiding unknow horrors
which might reside outside your window.
You stare at the dark ceiling and wish for
The purple streams, blue trees, billowing mist
green and gold waterfalls and colored glasses
which turn into mist and clouds over oqua rocks
And it all waffs and billows through
upside down trees and red thunder grass
Till everything melts and dribles
upwards towards the stars, painting them all colors
blue black berry colored birds wing over the sky
and someone says your name, softly, quietly
like the billowing breeze running through water
far in the distant, and echo of whats coming
Till you walk through towering buildings
flashing flowers and trees and smily faces
And the city itself seems to know you,
every one knows you, and you know them
And as in Oz were with green glasses
All you see is green, so in this city
You see smiles only, and happiness.
And you wondered what everything looks like
What could be hidden behind the colored lense?
Nothing is ever as it seems.
And as the dream turns towards the dark road
nightmarish shapes which edge in on your mind
And as you start to see the under world
You wake to the dark earily morning
And smell the city, grim and dirt
feel the night time hiding unknow horrors
which might reside outside your window.
You stare at the dark ceiling and wish for
The purple streams, blue trees, billowing mist
green and gold waterfalls and colored glasses
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Grey
In the darkness coldness, utter aloneness of night
trees shutter and owls hoot as warns to the dark
the grey of the clouds which block out the moon
which hide the fitful stars and move with higher winds
In the night, the oddness of wakefulness
comes across while others sleep, dream
awake I listen to the house creak
the frogs murmur and chirp, the owl hoot.
wake, my eyes staring into darkness
seeing shades of black, vague shapes.
awake in a world of black and greys.
Where the white walls loose their brightness
void of color or movement, steel colors, smoke
Grey world of night, alone I hear everything
the neighbors dog moving in the back yard.
The cars crossing the trolley tracks.
The blazing sirens of the police
I imagine them all grey,
night like a vale over all over each.
Awake I think the world as if it was a dream
And dreaming see the world bright
Grey as the morning which will come
Grey as the shadow the moon cast over my bed
Grey night.
trees shutter and owls hoot as warns to the dark
the grey of the clouds which block out the moon
which hide the fitful stars and move with higher winds
In the night, the oddness of wakefulness
comes across while others sleep, dream
awake I listen to the house creak
the frogs murmur and chirp, the owl hoot.
wake, my eyes staring into darkness
seeing shades of black, vague shapes.
awake in a world of black and greys.
Where the white walls loose their brightness
void of color or movement, steel colors, smoke
Grey world of night, alone I hear everything
the neighbors dog moving in the back yard.
The cars crossing the trolley tracks.
The blazing sirens of the police
I imagine them all grey,
night like a vale over all over each.
Awake I think the world as if it was a dream
And dreaming see the world bright
Grey as the morning which will come
Grey as the shadow the moon cast over my bed
Grey night.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Weekend Craziness
On Saturday my parents and my brother Richard came down to visit. Saturday we met at the Philly Zoo, after my parents fought their way through the rather crazy traffic. we wondered around the zoo, seeing a lot of things, my brother loved the snakes. And we laughed at the funny monkeys. After the zoo we headed back to my apartment and then ventured out for dinner. Afterwards we watched a movie.
Sunday we were up early and off to Church at Liberti. Then we stopped for Brunch/Lunch at The Jack's Firehouse, were I had the most amazing French Toast ever. Then we walked to the Reading Terminal Market. After wondering though everything and my mother buying me some spices we hopped the M/F line back towards my apartment. While my father and I took naps and my mother read a book, my brother watched Myth busters. Then we wondered through Fairmount park to the Target (I got a little turned around while directing). And then we went to Pat's in South Philly for dinner.
My Parents left this morning, at the same time I did, which made for a rushed morning. But it was so nice to a)Have other people in the apartment and b) have my family around. Tired and happily I sit at my desk wishing that I could have them stay a lot longer. But then again, maybe its better not too have that craziness all the time.
Sunday we were up early and off to Church at Liberti. Then we stopped for Brunch/Lunch at The Jack's Firehouse, were I had the most amazing French Toast ever. Then we walked to the Reading Terminal Market. After wondering though everything and my mother buying me some spices we hopped the M/F line back towards my apartment. While my father and I took naps and my mother read a book, my brother watched Myth busters. Then we wondered through Fairmount park to the Target (I got a little turned around while directing). And then we went to Pat's in South Philly for dinner.
My Parents left this morning, at the same time I did, which made for a rushed morning. But it was so nice to a)Have other people in the apartment and b) have my family around. Tired and happily I sit at my desk wishing that I could have them stay a lot longer. But then again, maybe its better not too have that craziness all the time.
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