We do that one game from who's line is it anyway where a person A has to interview person B but A doesn't know who B is and has to figure out their profession or identity.
And then every week we call each other and record an episode, alternating who is the interviewer and interviewee.
Or maybe instead of interviewing, one person is a telemarketing scammer and the other person is just some eccentric personality and they interact.
I think maddie reads this blog...
So anyway he beat me but I kept it close and I just have to laugh when he gets around me and steals a rebound that there's no way he should be able to get from me. Or I'll swat his shot twice in a row and he'll get it back each time and then manuever around me for a lay up. The level of awareness in space breaks my brain. I love it. I'm thankful that I have attained the level of basketball skill to be competitive with a super talented 4th grader.
johann sebastian bachman-turner overdrive by truckers
I've seen/come up with about 15.
BUT NOW I have a new goal. My new goal is to come up a band name that loops back on itself infinitely. A perfect ring of a name. For example, the band BTO could be combined with the rapper ODB. And those two could keep being connected. But I'd like to find a three band name combination that doesn't use only initials. This is my quest.
Me: i thought you were a horse?
Girl [still running]: ... I'm a HORSE ROBBER!
Last night the wind blew the door open and it got down to 45 in the house. I didn't notice until I left my room though (thanks to my electric blanket, shoutout to Maw Maw)
Now we have no hot water in the house. I'm guessing it's because of the door because the building next to ours has hot water still.
It's about 50 degrees now. Gotta get this day started.
It seems like the virginia legislature will not pass legislation that would ban plastic bags.
Apparently some lawmakers feel that getting rid of plastic bags, which have only been around since 1979, would cause undue burden.
That's pretty messed up. But only the second strangest news I heard today.
The winner for today was a report that Donald Trump's lawyer, Michael Cohen, allegedly owed 50 thousand dollars to websites that falsely claimed Trump was leading in polls in 2015. Instead of paying 50 thousand dollars, Cohen reportedly paid with 13 thousand in cash and a single used boxing glove worn by a presumably famous Brazilian mixed martial artist.
Glorious. Horrible and glorious.
I thought I'd string some words together in a way that would impress you. I'll make them dance and turn and squish and slosh and quiver with equivocation.
Buttered words burned and churned with swerving concerns. They arch upwards creeping vines of words on stone towers vaulting lofty cloud scraping words. Words that flex mightily with pop and swelling curvature sleek lean shrink wrapped tissue with striation and...marbled goodies. Banished words out in badlands badly beaten scraggy dragged and tattered through twisted crags and dust dirt addled coughs back from the brink words. Words like birds. Words like a warm sweater from the dryer. Words simple like a good stone for holding on to.
we are water machines
the earth is a water machine
cells are water machines
plants are water machines
the sky is a water machine
the ocean is a water machine
a coffee machine is a water machine
a dehumidifier is a water machine
a humidifier is a water machine
is a water machine
is a water machine
watr mchne
There's a line in Dazed and Confused when the kids are at the party at the moon tower and the red haired girl who hangs out with the "nerds" for most of the movie is talking about the every-other-decade theory. And she says the 60s were great, the 70s obviously suck, and maybe the 80s will be radical.
And I never agreed with the line because based on the portrayal of the characters and the soundtrack, the 70s seemed great. And I never thought the 80s seemed as appealing.
But anyway, the line makes a little more sense now. Like, just from my perspective, what I choose to see on a daily basis, my life is pretty great. And there's all kinds of exciting new music and media that would make for a flashy and compelling movie sequence. But yeah, at the same time, this era kinda sucks. It's dysfunctional in a lot of ways. And connections are constantly being drawn between Trump and Nixon.
Red, I get it now.
"PUBLIC Cransit!" said Barchfield. This screps the purcedure entirely. Detorctive Barchfield hurled important papers all over his crismal office. The rats would be disappointed in his negligence.
The case was cromled by all manner of shavy characters and arch dupliciters. Barchfield downed a scalding pot of coffee in one gulp and headed down the street to avoid people. No one came to his office. He find it near impossible to avoid eye contact when there was no eye contact directed at him.
He walked into a busy street. He blocked traffic. The cars honked. A symphony of frustration. Yes, thought Barchfield, you see me now. But I will never look your way. Never ever. Barchfield held his arms out wide and gazed straight into the night overhead.
A woman got out of her car and shoved him to the ground. Never will I look, cried Barchfield. The cars continued on their way, unperturbed by the toppled Barchfield. The city hummed along smoothly once more.
a counselor who worked at camp this summer volunteered at afterschool today. It was one of our best days. We played a game in the gym, dug in the dirt, did some puzzles, played on computers, played basketball, built an obstacle course. Just a great day.
I'm really thankful to work with kids who feel safe and supported enough to welcome someone so quickly and also that I have friends who love working with kids and make things fun.
My job is kinda like dancing. Except I'm bad at dancing and pretty good at my job. But you basically know the moves and have a general idea of what to expect, then it's just about bringing energy to the moment. And creating something through interaction. So that's a real gift.
lately I think the funniest thing to do is have an oversized laugh or celebration at something pretty small or innocuous, like something just slightly of note. Not in a mean or sarcastic way. Not like a bitter laughter or clapping. But a genuine reaction that is bigger than what is called for.
Anyway, today I had the kids gathered around Elmer the Elm Tree and I was trying to get their attention and a kid says to another kid, "Yeah, well, today's not Tuesday."
And I looked at him and my eyes got big and I started clapping and getting everyone excited and then I started chanting "Today's not Tuesday! Today's not Tuesday!"
And some kids joined in and we're all yelling and then we stormed down the hill to the playground.
It wasn't super funny but it was fun.
And then later me and two other kids tried running around the track with a big metal bar over our heads. It made my shoulders quite sore. I ran 10 min mile pace for a quarter mile and had to walk several times.
On 1/20 I'm running the Frostbite 15k in Richmond. I ran it in 2017 and set PRs in the 8k and 10k. The weather, despite the name, was very pleasant. No telling what it could be like this year but if conditions are good I'd like to go under 50 minutes. In 2017 I ran it in 50:28 with some pretty uneven splits. This year I'll try to stay more consistently around 5:20 miles.
On 2/16 I'm running the Colonial Half Marathon in Williamsburg. In 2017 I ran it in 71:35, also in perfect conditions. Based on how the 15k goes I'll be shooting for under 71 or 70 minutes.
If you compare Fall 2016 and Fall 2018, I did fairly similar training and ran comparable end of season times: 2016- 20:31 4 mile vs 2018 25:40 8k. I'm just finishing up 7 weeks of high mileage running that I based off the running I did in winter 2016/17. Overall I did MORE volume this time and felt equally good.
The big surprise of early 2017 was how well I was able to race off this training and so my hope is that I'll be able to get similar results this time and also be a little savvier and not surprised as much by the times which I think initially freaked me out and caused me to do not smart things in races.
Then the big goal of course is the 10 miler. I ran the course today and practiced doing some 10 minute sections at a faster pace. It's definitely a challenging course so I'm going to make knowing it well one of my advantages.
Prolicking along quite glandually, Midder Tibbers went to the store to pork up some shozehossen. By my take a surprise, the entire store front was kerflatzed by a transtepital grusty floosh of wind. Oh my roses, there were shoes, shows, shosses, and flosses every which way and in between.
Midder Tibbers is gasp-making man! He will never find a popper prair of shurzashazzams in this flimmity flam. The owner, Kronst Beside Lightly, was buried under a gerble of merbles and some shmerble-flerble. Beside Lightly said this is terble for sherble!
To wake watters murse, Kronst Beside Lightly was behind on his payments! He'd have to close down shop and take up a life of crime like every other citizen who didn't own a shoe store.
But then Kronst Beside Lightly had a great idea. He said, "Tibbers, I'll give you any shoes you want for free if you help me commit insurance fraud."
And so Midder Tibbers and the shoe guy dumped all of his inventory in the harbor and blamed it on a natural disaster and Kronst received a handsome payment from his insurance company and ditched town the next day.
The End.
The kids were in relatively high spirits today. I think they were excited to see their friends and I can definitely see improvement in the kids who had a harder time at the start of the year.
I let the kids go down into "the woods" today by the soccer field and they pulled up some dead trees and branches. I think it's one of the coolest places for kids to play. They find cool stuff. They work together to move big sticks. You can just see their imaginations start to go crazy. They came up with plans for a fort and started collecting building materials.
One girl had a stick she called her katana and I left her bring it inside and we shaved off the bark with scissors and then she water colored it with a friend and wrapped some yarn around the end for a grip.
Most of the boys played football outside and then played on their laptops inside.
I also have some helpers that I get to do cleaning and tidying tasks in exchange for starbursts. One of them said "let's pay, get andy to give us starbursts"
At the end of the day we went to the gym and i played some basketball and helped kids set up their mat forts they build and get things out of the gym closets. At the end of the day these 6 kids had made this sprawling labyrinth of mats and they got a 1st grader to go through it, haunted house style.
Really good day. I have great kids and work at a great school.
tonight I got dinner with my roommates and as we were driving back I asked "how do those electric scooters get charged?"
That lead to reading an article from the Atlantic, some scheming, and then my roommate signed up to become a scooter charger bounty hunter
which, in case you were still wondering, is how the scooters get charged.
So, in the near future, i think he and I, using my truck, are gonna try our hand at collecting scooters ans charging them here at camp.
Could be fun! Could be terrible. We'll see!
you're interesting to the extent that you're interested.
I'm interested in low blood sugar. Low blood sugar that dominates the morning mood and makes the day seem insurmountable.
It makes my hands and nose cold and feet sweaty. Low blood makes me grumpy and irritable and reactive. So you learn to monitor. And keep a voice hovering near that speaks up when something seems amiss- chemically and in perceptions.
Geez louise, napoleon. Make yourself a dang quesadilla.
