I wasn’t getting the night’s best sleep when I was rudely awaken at 4am by a sound that I managed to avoid before moving to East Atlanta, and one that has become far too familiar since — gunfire. The sound is unmistakable really, BANG… BANG. BANG. BANG. I only knew the general direction from which it came so I didn’t even bother to call 911 since I could provide no details. I don’t think that it was very close, but was close enough, and too close for my pleasure. My tolerance for East Atlanta and perhaps Atlanta in general is thinning.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
I love people when I love them for being people, and not for being young or old or beautiful or hip. I wish I could love what man has built just because man has built it: streets, telephone poles, buildings, cars. It is easy to love nature. Why? I have been taught that nature is lovable. But form, rhythm, grace, melody, color are subjective. Why isn’t traffic music to me, and music noise?
I love myself when I am myself.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
Whoops, I Did It Again
I once again fell prey to my own devious plan to get you all to purchase things from Amazon and make a slim profit from that purchase. Yesterday I saw the college hoodies on sale for $15 and succumbed to buying one for the University of Florida.
I’m No Don Draper
I have been spending a lot of time catching up with the rest of the world in regards to Mad Men. I’m now about seven episodes into the first season with about six more to go and an a partial handful of season two episodes parked on the dvr.
The storyline of many of the episodes seems to be a bit far-fetched on occasion, but at the end of each episode I am wowed and ready for the next.
I realize that it’s been forty-eight years since this fictional ad agency was in existence, but I cannot fathom an office life filled with smoking, swilling hard alcohol all day, and denigrating women the way these characters do.
So far I’ve only recognized one kink in their Forrest Gumpain armor. In one of the episodes the elevator operator refers to the out-of-service elevator as being “down.” Was that common terminology for a broken device in 1960? For some reason I thought that was a relatively-new, as in the last thirty years, phrase used for electronics which has spilled into the mainstream for use on anything. Anyone have proof to the contrary?
One Audiobook Purchased, Still Considering One More
Last night I bought the audio version of Randy Pauch’s “The Last Lecture.” The book, while inspired by the “Last Lecture” he gave, is more about living life to its fullest. Heh, that’s not a bad idea.
D.D.D.Dave, I looked for “The Kid Stays In The Picture” but couldn’t find it in the iTunes store.
I am now considering plunking down too much money to get David Sedaris’ ”
When You Are Engulfed in Flames.” If I was a Kindle owner I could buy it for half of the price of the audio download. Dangen!
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – ready to pack up and leave
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Fleet Foxes — “White Winter Hymnal”
Website Of The Day – Sure the internet can be used for watching porn. I prove that daily. However, it can also be used to spread photos of Georgia bank robbers! That’s what they are doing at Georgia Bank Robbery.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Foot Mileage – 5 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 50 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 0
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 26 (110)
Books To Read To Earn Kindle – 4
1) Run/Walk no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 150 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least two books
5) Make my bed every day