08 December 2009
29 November 2009
|The Road Not Taken|
by Robert Frost
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
|And sorry I could not travel both|
|And be one traveler, long I stood|
|And looked down one as far as I could|
|To where it bent in the undergrowth;||5|
|Then took the other, as just as fair,|
|And having perhaps the better claim,|
|Because it was grassy and wanted wear;|
|Though as for that the passing there|
|Had worn them really about the same,||10|
|And both that morning equally lay|
|In leaves no step had trodden black.|
|Oh, I kept the first for another day!|
|Yet knowing how way leads on to way,|
|I doubted if I should ever come back.||15|
|I shall be telling this with a sigh|
|Somewhere ages and ages hence:|
|Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—|
|I took the one less traveled by,|
|And that has made all the difference.||20|
22 November 2009
i put on one of my joni mitchell favorites, 'come in from the cold.'
"when i thought life had some meaning
when i thought i had some choice,
and i made some value judgments in a self-important voice.
but then absurdity came over me
and i longed to lose control.
oh all i ever wanted
was just to come in from the cold."
i'm a lover of rain and a lover of sunshine. i do not discriminate. it seems that england does though, and sunshine is rarely allowed to show it's face around here. i'm ok with that, as i've become more and more accustomed to the gray hearts, bears, faces and shapes looming over me as i explore my new city.
but sometimes, when you wake up on a sunday and all you can think about are bagels and tea, mother nature tells you to treat yourself kindly. to come in (or stay in, rather) from the cold. your glasses become foggy as a you read and drink a fresh cup of earl grey. you wear your pj's until sunset. you eat cookies while vacuuming. you treat yourself kindly.
that's a joni mitchell kind of day.
07 November 2009
31 October 2009
thanks to hilarys post, i am now (also) feeling an urge to dust off this blog of mine. and i'm looking foward to it.
my life seems to have taken an interesting turn since my last post. i speak as though i had nothing to do with it, and sometimes i almost feel as if that's true. nonetheless, i am living in bristol, england studying my masters in TESOL (teaching english to speakers of other languages), with the focus being on applied linguistics.
to the question: "so, you want to teach?" my answer is: "i have no idea."
i never knew i would enjoy something so much...the english language especially. but, i have found my passion. and now that i've found it, the hard part is knowing what to do with it.
either way, it feels nice to be back in europe...or, in the uk rather. delicious cheese, earl grey tea and magner's cider are becoming staples in this little british life i'm creating.
i've got one year in bristol and then who knows what's next. but, i'm welcoming it one step at a time. it's going to be a good year.
16 November 2008
i recently finished reading a book by tony hawks (not the professional skateboarder, a comic englishman) called Round Ireland with a Fridge. i love ireland and i love fridges and i loved this book.
it's a nonfictional account about a drunken bet, hitchhiking (so, traveling), stepping outside of the "norm" mentally and physically and not giving a damn. it's set in the late 90s, just at the brink of the internet and mobile phone takeover. but they hadn't yet taken over (remember those days?) jack kerouac didn't have any of those fancy things and he did just fine. and so did tony hawks.
i recommend the book. i also recommend taking a day-off from the internet and the mobile phone.
24 October 2008
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
08 October 2008
01 October 2008
01 September 2008
so far (in the last 4 weeks, since my arrival back to florida) i've celebrated my 25th birthday, had my tarot read, tried pilates for the first time, lived through hurricane fay (or, the most boring 4 days of imprisonment), won 5th place at trivia and watched the most amazingly inspirational democratic national convention.
and, might i add, florida beaches still take my breath away. this was taken a few weeks ago at my uncle's 60th birthday party in ponte vedra beach.
though i may not be laboring today, i hope to soon be laboring and getting back into the economical cycle of this country. america's not so bad. go obama!