About four years ago, I was in New York City for an AAF competition. We had Friday to explore the city and do some sightseeing, Saturday for our competition, and we would leave on Sunday. It was a quick trip, but packed with fun, excitement, anxiety, and disappointment (we got seventh place out of eight schools).
While we were down there, I got ahold of my friend who had just moved to Brooklyn about three months prior. He was working in a restaurant and invited me and another friend, Pat, to come and hang out. On the way there Pat found a discarded ukulele and decided to play it while we walked through the streets. He kept that beaten thing with him until Sunday when he had to toss it before our return flight.
I’m not sure if there was a point to this story, but there aren’t a lot of times I get to tell stories regarding ukuleles.
I had a dream last night where I asked various religious deities if it was OK for a catholic to wear mala beads. Not one deity had a proper or clear cut answer. This only proves that my subconscious didn’t have an answer for me, much like the Internet. I’ve had weirder dreams, but that one was strange.
Remember the last episode of Doctor Who that featured David Tennant as the Doctor? And remember how everyone in the universe was having bad dreams, but only Wilfred Mott could remember them? Well, I do, it’s okay if you don’t.
I’ve been having a lot of bad dreams lately and I don’t know what to make of them.
Over the past week I’ve had a few weird dreams where they’ve been vivid and unsettling, but the past couple of times I’ve gotten sleep have been the weirdest.
Yesterday I took a nap and within 10 minutes I hit a REM cycle and a dream sequence where I had to save the world, but all of my mutant powers were being suppressed and then the world forgave me. Last night I had a dream that my friend and I were auditioning for a Broadway production where we made it to the rehearsals, but due to funding issues the production was cut short and we wouldn’t be getting paid.
I’m not quite sure what they mean or what else could happen, but it’s interesting to see how these dreams will develop over the next few weeks.
I’ve been addicted to this song lately, and I don’t care who knows it.
I drive an SUV and I find it necessary to reduce my carbon footprint whenever possible.
I recycle on a regular basis, use Green Canteens and filtered water, and take short showers.
(I know the last two are essentially water conservation, but it’s important.)
Now I got one of the those hot and cold reusable mugs from an weekend getaway and as I taking it out of the plastic bag, I saw this.
This little sliver of paper telling to me reuse the $8 mug I just bought and to reduce waste.
… Seriously, little innocuous sliver of paper? You’re the one being wasteful by making me recycle you and discard of your plastic bag. It would’ve been more environmentally friendly if you never existed in the first place, but it’s cool. You’re going to the trash where you can be turned into a t-shirt and I don’t have to put up with your judgment.
I have my aunt’s old acoustic guitar and my dad’s old electric. They’re not doing anything besides collecting dust. I need to get them restrung though.
Why does every nature show host have this sense of urgency in their voice with everything they do?
“I laced my boots, but there was a rhino getting ready to charge at me.”
Don’t tie your boot in the path of a charging rhino then.