2013 April | steadily skipping stones

Apr 15

My car is like the lost and found

So I went to the dump yesterday, and in a fit of un-me-ness, I decided to clean out my car at the same time.

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I found:

– Five thousand three hundred and ninety-two napkins (Because yes, I have managed to kick my fast food habit, and now I simply love to cook.)

– a single black glove

– a towel

– seven VHS tapes I meant to take to Goodwill

– two three-foot-long wooden dowels that I got from who-knows-where and was saving for who-knows-what

– two tumblers with screw on tops and straws that can’t fall out

– a Virginia road atlas

– a recognition certificate for someone who doesn’t work for our company anymore

– the demolished frame for an obsolete recognition certificate

– a plastic fork

– a real fork

– one combination compass and magnifying glass

What are you and where did you come from?

– three jackets

– the instruction manual for my lawnmower. That I bought two summers ago.

– a bag of dirt (because you know, living in the country I can never have too much dirt)

– a pair of sneakers

– the squishy inserts I bought to make the sneakers more comfortable before I just broke down and bought new sneakers.

– two umbrellas

– one of Louis’ blankets

– a manila folder stuffed with mail I pulled out of my PO box last October

– a bottle of Windex (wtf?)

– some flower pots I was supposed to give to my sister. Last summer.

– a new 90 count tub of disinfecting wipes (Actually, I may need those right now.)

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Ironically, I was talking to a coworker next to her car last week, and I noticed how spotless it was. Not so much as a gum wrapper on the floor.

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All I could think was, “How can she stand to live that way?”

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Apr 14

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the Infinite Monkey speaks: on the eater and eaten

Random brilliance from across the blogosphere…

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The passive American consumer, sitting down to a meal of pre-prepared or fast food, confronts a platter covered with inert, anonymous substances that have been processed, dyed, breaded, sauced, gravied, ground, pulped, strained, blended, prettified, and sanitized beyond resemblance to any part of any creature that ever lived. The products of nature and agriculture have been made, to all appearances, the products of industry. Both eater and eaten are thus in exile from biological reality. And the result is a kind of solitude, unprecedented in human experience, in which the eater may think of eating as, first, a purely commercial transaction between him and a supplier and then as a purely appetitive transaction between him and his food.

– Wendell Berry

from:

The Pleasures of Eating

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Apr 13

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Rise and Shine!

You guys! We slept so late today.

1pm late.

I guess I needed all that sleep, but I hate losing the morning.

And the afternoon, since I haven’t done a darn thing since I got up.

But I do feel way better now. It’s been a long, tough week, and sometimes you just need to decompress a bit.

And sleep 12 hours.

So are you ever getting up or what?

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When was the last time you slept super duper late?

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Apr 11

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different all at once

I haven’t posted to my photo blog in a long time. I haven’t been feeling very connected to my camera in these last few months. But spring is upon us – to the tune of 80 degree days that came out of nowhere. And this post reminded me that I don’t have to focus on every aspect of my life all at once.

If My Eyes Were Cameras