A simple daily log of all the chance events and happenstance at our humble digs. What is Jeff thinking? What is Ginny's next undertaking? What sort of punishment will the cats endure? And ultimately, what does it all mean?

Thursday, July 22

Thursday Day, Morning

Another hot and humid one in Upstate NY.  It's barely 8:30, and already the air is fetid, soupy, like a sweat farm.  But it's alright.  I'm feeling the artificial air condition pumping out near my desk, sitting under these fluorescent lights.  I'm living in artificial land.  No need to speak with anyone face to face as I have my e-mail.  My existential, immature thoughts are working overtime.  Work is piling up on my desk, and the post-it notes taunt me with reminders of things that I don't quite remember taking down.

Tonight I'll run with the Syracuse Chargers in what is to be my first with the group.  Should be interesting.

What else?  Oh.  What's the deal with mushrooms.  They creep me out.  I have a plot of grass that I've been trying to grow out front of the house; quite successfully it's been.  When I water the grass the night before, I always wake to clusters of these flat topped, musty shrooms.  They're like invaders that landed in the middle of the night.  They're there when I leave for work, yet mysteriously absent when I return home.  Where do they go?  And why?  WHY??  Perhaps I'm a little too sensitive, but these little invaders are ever so odd. 

Mushrooms.  Our fungi friends of the night. 

J
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Tuesday, July 20

A Day Like Any Other

Here's something that's been on my mind.
 
Anyway.  It's 5:45 p.m. on Tuesday, Mid July.  It's humid out.   Thick like.  I am sweatingly. 
 
Ran this morning.  Maybe I'm running too much.  My body feels a bit...I don't know...damaged.  But just slightly.
 
To be quite honest, I'm not sure what to write.  So I'll leave this quote from Robert Frost's "CANIS MAJOR": 
 
I'm a poor underdog,
But to-night I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark
 
Jeff L
  
  
  
  
  
 





Sunday, July 18

Nantucket Day

Jeffrey

Tuesday, July 13

Of Interest Quote

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

—Jack Kerouac

Friday, July 9

Night

Jeffrey

Monday, July 5

What I'm Listening to now

Thievery Corporation/The Mirror Conspiracy

This is Ginny, my wife and best friend. She'll hate this picture. I love it.

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Friday, July 2

Friday in Syracuse

Not too much to say, really. Wonder how the weekend will pass? Pig (click me) roast on Saturday. Hiking. Drinking coffee all the while. God I love coffee. It is supreme! I enjoy it dark. Or in a cup. Let us roast the coffee instead of the pig.

I would like to save this pig and take him/her on our hike. I suspect the pig is already dead. I'll not look at the pig as it turns over the fire. That can't be what the pigs purpose was supposed to be. Is that my purpose? I said that on purpose.

Hey, Ginny has been pushing the lawn mowing concept. Sounds like a valid idea. The grass has grown beyond the standard grass blade size (who decided this size?), hence, said grass needs to be mowed. I say leave it. Let it turn back to wilderness. We could use a new ecosystem in our backyard. Just think of the birds, the bugs, the smells for god sake. Perhaps a red fox will make a home near the trampoline.

I suppose I should give up on this idea. It's madness,really. There's city codes to follow.

What's wrong with the world today? Tripping on my worries. There's nothing to be done about it. I have my compost pile, my garden in the front yard, my running shoes and bike. That's my statement to the world.

I'm a liberal.

 
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