August 2010
18 posts
Touche, Grandma.
Me: Yep, Tim’s going to take me out for my first-ever tennis lesson. I’m pretty much expecting to be a pro by the time I get back.
Tim’s Gran: Mmhmm, well don’t fall.
The Men Who Don't Fit In by Robert W. Service
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain’s crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don’t know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far; They are strong...
Overheard at Yoga to the People on St. Marks
NYU Freshman Boy, Hitting on a Pretty Lady Yogi: Yeah, I totally practice omnipresence all the time.
Pretty Yogi: What?
NYU Freshman Boy: I practice omnipresence all the time.
Pretty Yogi: Um... what?
[ Lesson #1 in NYC Dating -- When you're game isn't working, move along. ]
Another fantastic run, thanks to some sweet Motown...
Excerpts from an AWESOME Graduation Speech
I wanted to share some excepts from a speech that Justin Hudson performed at his Hunter College High School graduation this year. Hunter College High School is a public school for the gifted — it becomes quickly clear that this young thinker certainly is.
I feel guilty because I don’t deserve any of this. And neither do any of you. We received an outstanding education at no charge based...
Just wrote an awesome post...
Somehow clicked out of it. Gone. Boo. Barf, barf, cry.
No more today, I’ll try again tomorrow.
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A Note on Karma
Last night, I finally saw Inception.
About two minutes into the film, a couple sat down behind me and proceeded to freely pepper the film with obvious commentary and eating sound effects nothing short of bovine.
Needless to say, I hated these people. My repressed Anglican skin crawled and boiled with anger at their lack of consideration and respect. I seethed silently and missed half of the film...
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Sorry I haven't posted in awhile...
…but I’ve been working on a cover letter for five months.
Well, kind of. I’ve only been working on this particular cover letter for a few days, but it certainly feels like longer. Perhaps its the unmarked graves of its ignored predecessors have embiggened it to be more daunting than necessary. At any rate, I just can’t seem to get it right…
How does a young woman...